The sideshow geek ran out of chickens
And bit off his own head
In a fury of performance excitement
But after the sawdust settled
And the neon bulbs grew dim
And the laughing and jeering
Spectators all went home
He sat alone dejected
On a small stool in the corner
Of the forlorn empty tent
Counting the pennies
The rubes threw at him
Wondering if it was worth his while
To lumber back to his trailer
To stitch up his wounds
And gaze out his small window
At the acrobats and clowns
Dancing in the light of the moon
