Foundling -

I am a foundling, brought up in the cellar,

no human contact, just the boots and baton of

my foster father.

I am a circus geek, naked,

afraid, biting off the heads of chickens, dis-

gusting the customers as I thrill them all the same.

And the chickens are my best friends, loving me

anyway.

«Better you than Frank Perdue!»

they

cluck in their coop.