It dosent take an act of the legislature
to verify I've became a freak of nature.
An insane man in his insanity
cruel clock and mirror steals my vanity.
As long as I keep my wig on straight
Im still allowed to participate.
(and not become a guest of the state)
Bus stops. Sacklunch. Backpack.
Needlessly needing the things that I lack.
Trying to put a smile on my face
will it come as a powder or wrapped in frilly lace?
Heart wounds and scars now needing suture
in foreclosure seems the state of my future.
Unjolly rancher whose lost all his horses
S.O.S! to superman or some special forces.
Trying to shake these feelings of despair
wondering if my life is beyond repair?
-Santacruz-
