A shabby town feigning glamour,
A vapor amid the clamor,
Distractions from sidewise contours
masking that unwholesome smell.
Lurking snake oil salesmen
with unctuous undertaker bent,
switch dark lights to bursting flash, then
ensnare you within the carousel.
Lolita dolls posed on the street,
exteriors seem so sweet
but within, cold hearts that seldom beat,
features masked with colors.
Genial contempt disguised,
smiles that never touch their eyes,
hardset, merciless mouths plied
to take another dollar.
Blazing buildings so compact,
the wrapping maze that so attracts,
leads to where the minotaur’s kept,
Beware the bright yellow brick road,
false idols dot it, we’ve been told,
hidden deep cracks suck your soul
and feed this town’s conceit.