A Carny’s Life

A carny’s life is what I want, so easy and carefree.

You get up with the chickens and you shower where there’s pee.

Stale donuts for your breakfast and you stand for half the day,

and when the weekend rolls around you do not get your pay.

Bedbugs will not tolerate the place you have to sleep.

But if you mention anything the boss calls you a creep.

He says go back to Mexico if you are so darn triste,

then sticks you with the kettle corn upon the blazing midway.

Who doesn’t want to run away and join this happy throng

who need to be re-educated ala Mao Zedong?

from an article in the New York Times