being called wierd by the freaks of the circus
it is very unpleasant
and haveing to live there
when in your eyes I am but a peasant
piked on for being myself
not following the commands of others
going my own way
no matter whom it bothers
we are not alike
even thought we are brothers
I will not bow and bend
just becouse you say so
this has got to come to an end
before we loose our star attraction
then noone will come to see us
and noone will care
nad thus
we cannot take part any more

-The Poet