On foot I laugh

I’ll start off same as always, on foot, with good intentions

There was before me, the Assembly of Wierdos, I walked among, wrong way round

Cause im lezzo!

Carloads showed, kids in tow, who they really are, no one knows,

Just appeared in berwick one day, St corners their wierd gospel

She’s not even gay, they say

Yell out I’m schizophrenic, gesticulating, flailing, mouths foaming,

Just Wierdos,

Funniest tho,

She walks like she’s got a stick up her arse

I started to laugh

Saw the woman I adore

I laughed hard, in a kind of revelation,

Laughed like her stick was up my arse,

Laughed and laughed

And walked into my house, and after that Wierdo Realm

As if the wierdest thing in the universe actually takes place,

And  these wierdo-people make wierdo shapes, in a land that seems a painting from a child’s creche,

They’re party-poopers!

And I’m not even making believe,

When before my lady, next,

I don’t think I’ll be so serious