The preacher turned to me and asked the question,

I gave a muffled answer from the heart,

explaining I was racked with indigestion,

he nodded at the organist to start.

The teacher stared at me and yelled a warning,

my antics now a legend at the school,

but history exam results that morning

had proved my Father right: I was a fool.

My Mother screamed at me to stop my crying,

but I was only two and liked to wail,

she read me fairy tales - I wasn't buying,

I found her hanging from the bathroom rail.

A shrink confessed to me that I had talents,

I led him on, agreed to everything,

the tightrope highway held me in its balance,

and still I waited for the bell to ring.

I heard the prosecutor state my failings,

the sentence was the worst that I could rate,

I fainted on the highly polished railings

but no-one seemed to care about my fate.

A mourner with a smile and hentai lashes

intoned a litany and dug the hole,

then jumped into the air and threw my ashes,

a white tornado took away my soul.