meat at night

we went to the meat fair last week. it was the best thing i will ever get to do in my entire, whole life. you should go there, too. if you do, you get to meet the man with the fur cheeks and you get to eat a meatpop. meet pop. meat pop.

the music there is the best music in the world, and since it is the nighttime you can dance as much as you want and no one will tell you to stop. especially when daddy is also dancing. fur cheeks sang and shook, so i sang and shook. -mommy says fur cheeks has been dead for a long time, and that wasn't the real fur cheeks. i said that he was who he was, and she said he wasn't and that hewas someone else. but i insisted that he was the one singing, and she said, well, yes, he's singing, but they are not his songs, he is pretending to be someone else who was a famous man, and i said, but he is the one singing here, and everyone's watching him, so he is famous. he has shiny pants, shiny hair, shiny shirt, shiny jacket, shiny teeth. when i get teeth again, they will be like furcheeks. i will save my money and buy shiny clothes. i will go to a bowling alley and i will run from the front door and then at the line i will dive down the lane and i will slide all the way down the lane and my hair will knock down all the pins. i will walk on the streets and my clothes will shine so much that everyone will be burned to ash as i walk past them. people will go blind when i smile at them. when a bird poops on me it will slide off. not like it sticks now.

a bird pooped on me when i was chasing it outside. i was going to catch it and pet it for a while, but when it pooped on me, i was confused and went inside to look at the poop instead. here is a poem about that:

the poop
in my hair
will you dare
lay your finger there
as the lines get longer
and the gangs are getting stronger
and everyone wants to poke the poop
on my hair thats been there since last week
to see if its hard yet, its not, but it will be but not
for awhile. so gather round like you do around fur cheeks
i cannot shake like him, but theres poop in my hair and i am
gonna leave it there even though they stare from their lairs with no care
for my joy
for my joy is that i have what i have and you do not.
that is all our joy
that is why we call it joy
my cry in the night is new and goes
poop pop
tell me to stop?
poop pop
want me to not smoke?
poop pop
stop licking the window sill?
poop pop
eat solid food?
poop pop
stay awake during the day?
poop pop
wash your hair
poop pop
poop.