rodeo clown

I am a god of filth and vermin
I am lost in the streets

I am bound for jail
I am a fancy bird without a nest

skills never honed are my curse
skull rubble of yesterday in my pocket

if I could speak I would tell you
never bother to try

I have a favorite way to escape
it haunts my dreams

stories of winning seem so sad
when all I can do is lose

see the females all ready for fun
see the tears sliding down

I desire to become a clown
wrecking a rodeo

but my desires are weak and pointless
I never make anything happen

except for wicked weapons
and broken hourglasses