Elaborate lies
Weaving baskets
Ready to carry you away
when you’re wearing your best straitjacket
crazy
Freak
I’ve got shoes on my hands
And gloves on my feet
Got a nose that runs
Don’t know when we’ll next meet
Got eyes where ears used to be
And ears where eyes should’ve been
I cry a lot but the tears are my teeth
Falling out when I breathe
I tried to join the circus
But they said I was a freak!
Clown
I stepped onto the sky
And looked up to the ground
My head got lost in the clouds
My feet forgot which way was down
Walking on my hands
I frowned
“Which way is up on that faces clown?
Is that face clown reflection my?”
Basket case
She said I’m a basket case
Well, what is a basket case anyway?
Carry me in a basket!
It’s better than a casket!
He says I’m deranged
Reality and I were never married
so we’re not exactly estranged
And I’ve heard reality
Is stranger than fiction
So what do I care anyway?
© 2016
