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Somehow, I knew that you’d be mad at me. | Somehow, I knew that you’d be mad at me. | ||
You always seemed the type for God’s design, | You always seemed the type for God’s design, | ||
And keeping humans human. That’s your way. | And keeping humans human. That’s your way. | ||
I’m fine with that; I didn’t ask for your | I’m fine with that; I didn’t ask for your | ||
approval, nor your affirmation, dear. | approval, nor your affirmation, dear. | ||
I did this one entirely for myself. | I did this one entirely for myself. | ||
I talked to the doctor, met with the agent | I talked to the doctor, met with the agent | ||
And signed on as a living mascot for | And signed on as a living mascot for | ||
Myself, not you. I’m now a fox for me. | Myself, not you. I’m now a fox for me. | ||
You know this body is my dream, the one | You know this body is my dream, the one | ||
Thing I’ve wanted more than anything else. | Thing I’ve wanted more than anything else. | ||
I’ve talked about my childhood daydreams: | I’ve talked about my childhood daydreams: | ||
A fox-boy, tails swinging, ears erect and | A fox-boy, tails swinging, ears erect and | ||
Alert; how I imagined it until it | Alert; how I imagined it until it | ||
Felt real, but then I’d reach back to feel my tail | Felt real, but then I’d reach back to feel my tail | ||
And it was gone. No more! Now the daydream | And it was gone. No more! Now the daydream | ||
Is real. I feel the wind in my new fur, | Is real. I feel the wind in my new fur, | ||
The whoosh of air over my tails, the hushed | The whoosh of air over my tails, the hushed | ||
Sound of spring air passing through my black nose. | Sound of spring air passing through my black nose. | ||
Of course I thought of the ramifications | Of course I thought of the ramifications | ||
And reasons why I shouldn’t go ahead. | And reasons why I shouldn’t go ahead. | ||
I didn’t care that the cost was so great! | I didn’t care that the cost was so great! | ||
I’m going to hell, am I? Well, that’s fine. | I’m going to hell, am I? Well, that’s fine. | ||
It was a good idea, it was a bad | It was a good idea, it was a bad | ||
Idea, but that doesn’t change a darn thing. | Idea, but that doesn’t change a darn thing. | ||
I’m here and now, and I’m under contract. | I’m here and now, and I’m under contract. | ||
My public waits for me outside this door. | My public waits for me outside this door. | ||
Support me, smite me; I don’t really care. | Support me, smite me; I don’t really care. | ||
Just kindly get out of Fenton Fox’s way. | Just kindly get out of Fenton Fox’s way. | ||
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<poem> Somehow, I knew that you’d be mad at me. You always seemed the type for God’s design, And keeping humans human. That’s your way. I’m fine with that; I didn’t ask for your approval, nor your affirmation, dear. I did this one entirely for myself. I talked to the doctor, met with the agent And signed on as a living mascot for Myself, not you. I’m now a fox for me. You know this body is my dream, the one Thing I’ve wanted more than anything else. I’ve talked about my childhood daydreams: A fox-boy, tails swinging, ears erect and Alert; how I imagined it until it Felt real, but then I’d reach back to feel my tail And it was gone. No more! Now the daydream Is real. I feel the wind in my new fur, The whoosh of air over my tails, the hushed Sound of spring air passing through my black nose. Of course I thought of the ramifications And reasons why I shouldn’t go ahead. I didn’t care that the cost was so great! I’m going to hell, am I? Well, that’s fine. It was a good idea, it was a bad Idea, but that doesn’t change a darn thing. I’m here and now, and I’m under contract. My public waits for me outside this door. Support me, smite me; I don’t really care. Just kindly get out of Fenton Fox’s way. </poem>