Watching the Freak Show

Now, I'm no raving beauty,it's true,

But there is one thing, forsure, that I know.

The freaks are alive and theylive everywhere,

And they never fail to put ona show.

They travel the halls andthey frequent the malls

Aimlessly roaming the streetswithout fear,

And I wonder and ponder asthey pass me by

Is it possible they own amirror?

If they do, do they use it?For I just can't see

How they hope to beunderstood.

Do they stand there before itand think to themselves,

"Damn it all! I'mlooking good!"

It seems that they've reallygone out of their way

To tickle the fringe of thetruly absurd.

My thought is to laugh, but Ihold it inside,

And just shake my head...Don't say a word.

Oh! To be different! To standfrom the crowd.

To totally be so unique.

The price that you pay tohave people say

As they point at you,"Look at the freak!"