I’m so funny, clowning around.

Right in the middle of downtown.

Shoes too big, lips are sealed.

Set my tent in an urban field.

They don’t know that I was born a thousand years from now.

I’m a slave.

The anger warmed me that day.

Look at the shape I’m in, and be hateful and full of disdain.

I’m doing what I love and what is good for me.

No more am I nervous when I talk, and still prideful when I walk.

Don’t be ashamed, of the horns that are bent and my crown you have given me.

Strong armed the one that would set me free.

A children’s entertainer that has lost the flames in my eyes.

Better than dead.

Just smoldering, fuming at the day.

I don’t care what you think anymore. I’ve spent so much time worrying about what I think of me, and finding out what that means.

I’m feeling swell, you stand real close so I can read the cue cards well. Forget what I’m supposed to be finding, another bearer of ill tidings.

Stay tuned for more.