Midway
By Jonathan Bennett
It was the barker's voice that drew me in—
Playing a game I should have known was fixed—
With no promises of kewpie doll win.
One voice pricked my ears, made me turn aside
And, what, prove myself worthy of the game
With my girl standing there, cheering beside?
So I played his game, went on all the rides
Until, overstuffed, we made our way home
And searched in the dark for a misplaced prize.
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