Somehow, I knew that youd be mad at me.
You always seemed the type for Gods design,
And keeping humans human. Thats your way.
Im fine with that; I didnt ask for your
Approval, nor your affirmation, dear.
I did this one entirely for myself.
I met the doctor first; the agent next;
And Im a living mascot. No, twas not
Done for you, dear; Im now a foxfor me.
You know this body is my cherished dream,
My one desire above all other things.
Ive told you of my childhood fantasies:
Me, a foxwith ears and fur and tails
And oh, how Id imagine it, until
It felt more real than real! But afterwards,
Each time I felt round back to feel my tails,
They werent there. Thats thenbut now the dream
Is real! I feel the wind in my new fur;
The whoosh of air between my brace of tails;
The silent scents of spring in my black nose.
Did I consider consequences? Yes.
And, likewise, reasons not to go ahead.
I didnt mind the cost, however great!
You say Ill go to hell? Well, then, Im damned.
Call it good or bad, as you see fit. By
Whatever names Im called, Im still a fox.
And, Ill have you know, Im under contract.
My public waits for me outside this door.
Support me, smite me; I dont really care.
Just please get out of Fenton Foxs way.