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The Fair

04/28/2026 14:58h
The idiot goes round and around With his brother in a bumping car At the fair. The famous idiot Smile hangs over the car’s edge, Illuminating nothing. This is mankind Being taken for a ride by a rich Relation. The responses are fixed: Bump, smile; bump, smile. And the current Is generated by the smooth flow Of the shillings. This is an orchestra Of steel with the constant percussion Of laughter. But where he should be laughing Too, his features are split open, and look! Out of the cracks come warm, human tears.