This is the circus
What are you made of
This is the circus of conformity
In the form of high wasted short
Shorts
In short form:
Eyes slide off me like I'm made of Teflon
Whatever it is you feel make manifest
no wrong
Raging circus of creative spirits
Meld into one sort of monster
Claws out so you fear it
Exploring  the isles of freedom
In the confines of prescribed high fashion
Kissin and dashin
Smile and flash
Smile and flashin
This is the circus
And your a small note on the ledger line
Held hostage in the ******* of time