We walk in straight lines surrounded by neon lights that soar through the air like bubbles floating above a bathtub but, sliding in curves on tracks somewhat but much faster than a yoyo.
Some are laughing at drunks while drinking Some are violating a funnel cake with a fork, But for two weeks of the year at least Each is the center of attention for barkers surrounded by bright lights.
Diabetics choke on insulin and syrupy biscuits. Moms warn kids of strangers while plunging into a sea of neighbors, And at night we ride on a neon ocean of rides Careful not over do the adult version of shaken baby syndrome.
I find the honesty of the State Fairs lies endearing as a parent. "Everyone's a winner", enchanting, "world's greatest corndog", arousing. So high on spectacle that we forget It's all rigged.