Loss of innocence

Amusement parks are caked with sounds
 A solid hunk of meat
 A barker's sweat flings from his tongue
 His tattoo shines with heat
 A wary stranger stands and sways
 Enraptured by his stance
 Two-headed goats come stumbling by
 And give a troubled glance
 The barker looks into the eyes
 The stranger tries to bend
 The barker swears to more delights
 For all who seek within
 The stranger enters canvas doors
 And smells the fresh cut hay
 The barker points to Siamese twins
 The stranger looks away
 The eyes of horse faced women
 Watch the few who wander through
 They sense the tension in the air
 And smell the sweet taboo
 A heart beats fast against a chest
 The stranger leaves the tent
 The waves of people drown the sounds
 Of loss of innocence