Sometimes the Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing Ever.
Friday, June 8th, 2007The Saddest Girl in the World
Every freak has a story, true or false.
Every act has a concept, an angle, a hook
to hang your hat on, to bait your trap.
Some freaks frighten, some frolic.
Some fold their bodies flat as farmland.
The saddest girl in the world freezes
in August, shivers in the dry, airless heat.
The sun hangs over […]