love fantasy

yesterday i was sitting on a park bench

sipping lemonade wishing i could have been

born a man

then thinking about the hairy balls

and wishing i could have been

born a man without balls

and then deciding, no, better

to be born a chameleon with twisty eyes

perched on some rainforest vine

watching a toucan preen

or no, better to be born moon-dirt

white dust on a static face

or no, better to be born a clown

with a permanent honk-squeeze nose

or best of all to be born

a ball-less man with twisty eyes and a honk-squeeze nose

and i'd never smile or cry, i'd just

twist my eyes around, seeing everything in all directions

sometimes squeezing my nose for a comic honk 
but never moving from my park bench until i met my true love
who would probably be

ordinary.