a beggining to my new short story

Corn fest upsets my stomach with its buttered streets and meat vendors roasted in the sun all day. The sweat of people as they shamble through the streets like hairless sweaty cattle. Big bulls of muscles with bare, tattooed backs and White Bessies with their stomachs bulging out with a few too many cheese fries and elephant ears. The herd grazes on greasy deep-fried-animal-on-a-stick’s as they swarm the main streets. They infest like cockroaches behind a toilet. The toilet of DeKalb. How perfect.