Cornbugs 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.
