Some of us are freaks
Some of us are less so
Some of us are geeks
With names like Fark or Bezlo.
Some have winning streaks
Lots of us are losers
Some of us have beaks
Three of us are Hoosiers.
Some of us are kooks
And misfit aberrations
The lucky ones are flukes
Beloved in our nations.
Supposing we are rich
We get to be "eccentrics"
But poor, without a stitch,
We're cranks and lunatics.
Some of us are weirdos
We're oddballs and we're qu**r
We perform our concertos
And then we're out of here.
"Freaks is from my collection
DAISY ZOO AND OTHER PUNK-ASS NONSENSE
(Duck's-foot Tree Productions, 2016) limited to 100 copies,
20 signed deluxe with variant cover and color title page.
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