Circus Boy
This cage has set me free
from what was wasting pain,
from chains I did just see
fall with a gentle rain.
My demon's cruel regard,
his gilded burning prod,
his lessons grim and hard,
fell with the tears of God.
This cage is comfort now,
a sanctum and the crux
of my unbidden vow
to stem a morbid flux.
In Good and Bad Mouse Town
those girls are all my joy,
so I will do my tricks,
and be their Circus Boy.
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