When I think of fair, I think of “Is life fair?”
And it stops there.
But fair is two words.
It’s simple, light skinned blonde, virgin beauty
That girl you want to bring home
And the nice geeky guy with the glasses to whom you don’t pay a second thought
Brings this fair girl home
That’s also fair.
What’s not fair is watching something beautiful get torn apart
By something that it subjects itself to
What’s not fair is being punished
For something you didn’t do
Fair is also an ideal
It may be something we can never quite reach
Everyone feels as if injustice touches them
I don’t know if it’s that perfection can never exist
Or if it can never exist because
It’s different in all of our minds
So all we have is fair
And I can’t even say that that’s always there.
You know what else fair is?
It’s a place where you ride cheap seats
Speckled with colorful gum
Of previous passengers with tired jaws
Rolled to the ground as their screaming mouths formed a yawn
Sticky floors covered in piss and vomit or both
And I paid $30 for this?
I’m not sure if that’s fair either…
Fair. I can’t say I’ve thought about it much before.
I think it’s safe to say its forgotten.
I don’t rely on fair. I rely on what’s there.