when you
hand your kid
to the carnival
worker
whose smile
could open
a can of
tuna fish,
and
you see that
he has satan
tattooed
along
his neck
and chest,
you realize how
little
control you have
on
your children
as they want to
ride
the rides
and feel
the alluring
spin
of life.
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