A fairground attraction

You’ve got an electrified face, It's all shocked, blotched and blackened,  but you still move with pride and grace all though your life has become permanently saddened.

You’ve got old broken-down muscles, suntanned with coconut lotion, and the caravan in which you live is perfect, it's close to the arcades, funfair and the ocean.

You're an absentee father from a dysfunctional family, your daughter's amazing, she's precious by name, all ribbons and curls, but won't 'see her again.

And the days taste like candy floss but sound like a feverish scream, and there's a faint smell of happiness amidst the fairground rides, burger vans, balloons and sea breeze. 

There's chocolate covered faces that come in all shapes and sizes, and the tattooed tourists are just full of surprises, characterised accents flock and they call, with the elegance of a lone seagull's squall. 

Watch the mobility scooters weave through the cheap day markets, while hot dogs and pizza are washed down with six packs of Larger, the music is booming from the fairground nearby.

So, dance if you want to and waltz through the days, you're a fish out water that's been washed up by the waves, drunken and sullied, singing on those hot sunny days.

You pull circus clown faces you laugh and you frown, your just one of many in a coastal side town, porcelain smiles, vapes and regret, your kiss me quick hat is un-kissed as yet.

Strangers avoid you on your promenade walk, you smile to yourself in hope that someone will stop and then talk you're like a sea defence wall you're in need of constant repair, but no time has been taken so you remain in dispair.

Broken inside, you've never been fixed, your heartaches and laughter are a peculiar mix, like amusement arcades and day time bingo callers who are watched by ghost fisherman casting nets from their trawlers.

You're a fairground attraction in a seaside town, a seasonal worker who is lost and not found,  hooked like a fish by the sea and the sand, your an old sea dog marooned who lives on dry land. 

Your sea legs are hollow your one man in a boat, you have trouble surviving and staying afloat float, your caught in the swell as you stand on the pier, you're drowning, you're drowning with no lifejacket near.

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◄ Ghosts (Troubadours, Miners and Lost Souls)

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