Boy with the bear hat.

Boy with the bear hat
Fumbling with the microwave
Fiddling with his buttons
Twisting that silver ring he covets
He dreams of colourful crowds
And a future in the promised land
Which one?
He doesn't really know
Monochrome mass sings into his ear
But the banshees scream
(He fears they'll never tire)
Until his ears catch fire

Boy with the bear hat
Dreams of angels wings
And halos and mats of matted hair
Only to find the Devil there
He runs an artful finger over his scalp
And catches his hand on horns
Makes music out of whiskey and ash
Using the milk and honey
Of his hooves
One day in the promised land
He'll throw himself into the sky
And fall, happy

Boy with the bear hat
Makes rituals out of torture
His head and body are fortified
To an insane degree
The gawking crowd does as such
Boy stands until the spotlight burns
Through his clothes
A bucket of poison drops from the roof
Into his gut
Maybe it was the other way around
Spotlight begets the ritual poisoning
Poison begets the disrobing spotlight
The lure of either is sure to entice

Boy with the bear hat
Grizzles at everyone
Smiles too
Catch it if you're quick
He's not ashamed of what he does
His cup is empty
Just you try and fill it