The fair is a cheap way for poor kids to have fun
If they can scrape up admission
Pet the goats
And ride the rides
With the all day bracelet
We stared at the Weird Al concert
Like poor british children
At a restaurant window
He came out with his four kids
Cursing
And told them they were in trouble
For ruining the concert
He handed us two front row tickets
And we stared at them
Roast fucking beef
As I attended my first concert I realized
That sometimes
Good shit happens
But it is best
When it happens
When you’re poor
And with poor
And with nose to the glass
Praying for art
And I guess that’s why I’m as fucked as I am right now
In brief