The Red And Silver Fantastique And The Libretto Of The Insipid Minstrel

one
I drag my right arm trough the sawdust... he hasn´t opened his eyes in months.
He was a small dog. He lost his hat, and he never made a very convincing primate.
I was painted red and silver. Now I´m lonely, lost my dollar and my dog, he rots.

two
There were children calling my name. They spat upon my paper shoes... I touched
their ice cream.
I sang through cardboard. I stared at shadows. I don´t know who watched... perhaps
they hate me.
I was painted red and silver. Now I´m ugly, lost my flower and I´m seeing spots.