summer grunge

Smells like a carnival,fried dough popcorn something sweet,and adolescent perfume,with just a hint of deet,still hear crickets over mechanical wheels distorted pa music girls giggle and children screams,theres a happy couple walking hand in hand together they have a full set of teethe ain't it grand,matching concert shirts from different bands dirty sneakers blaring speakers unshaven barkers hustling the patrons eating more of that godforsaken sugar sweetened soft serve with that mushy cone should have gotten the blue colored slush traded a mess for a brief refreshing headache, luke warm beer in vomit inducing plastic cups mosquito bites on my arm the fun times of summer sure to harm the future of the children finnally after you filled them with flat coke and stale licorice half eaten hot dogs smothered in bacteria relish,ha now can you smell it...