Same Stupid Face.

Every time a big chap walked in a hall
full of sane men from sane society
The fun side of my character showed
Up: I grew a tail, whooped and screeched;
I practiced my nonsensical rhymes
confronting the sense-less hierarchy,
and with my nonsense gibber countered
reason and sense and order and the tall
among men swished their fingers and the small
Caught me and caged, some laughed, some raged…

That much I have done for my race—
My coat, thy suit; my tail for thy tie
For when a king in coffin and a beggar lie
Both dead men have the same stupid face.