tar and feathered.
Talking myself into a jail.
Bad mouthing bail.
The king and I…perhaps not.
Queen of perverse heart.
Heroine in stolen shopping carts.
Though I dwell in the house of anonymity,
there is no universal fit for me.
Solo, I may seem.
However, a band of jokers disperse like a globe trotting team.
Together, searching the forest for the trees.
We pledge allegiance to a freaky university.
Part and parcel,
member of the carnival crew.
Coming to a soapbox…near you.