Today the fair is leaving town.
They took the cotton candy machine,
There’s no more chocolate
And neither raspberry popcorn.
They disassemble the Ferris wheel -
The skinny, tattooed boys.
I watch their hands,
They’re covered in dust.
One of them has a earring and green eyes,
Another one’s shorts are ripped,
On every move his thigh appears white.
They have to leave,
The autumn in coming.