They raised me in the Circus
Before I was a Noun
My mother was my Father
My father was a Clown
He wore a pretty Costume
And danced in purple Smoke
My father was my Mother
But only as a Joke
He taught me Shattered Mirrors
And Painting Your Grotesque
And how to Laughing With Them
At Aching In Your Chest
I cannot be a person
Just Schadenfreude Fodder
I long to be my mother's son
But I'm my Father's Daughter
















