Carnival Summer

I'm melting, sweltering; dripping with sweat They're feeding on my every move, waiting, Watching, smacking their lips as I'm creating. I'm strung up to dance – a marionette. The boss and I could use a cigarette, But they're reaching inside, windows breaking For our shaved ice their taste buds are aching – 'Cause our saccharine sweets made the gazette. Looping, swooping, young girls shrieking with glee, Nibbling on kettle corn and funnel cakes While parents sneak off to shoot the whiskey Teenagers drunk since noon think they're risky Then watch the demo derby 'til silence breaks Uh-oh, it's over and they look thirsty…