THIS IS NOT HOW IT LOOKED IN THE COLORFUL PROGRAM

Nobody knows what goes on in my mind.
It's kind of like a circus - late at night.
That goodness all the kids are left behind.
Beneath this tent some props don't function right.
The lions show respect, they know their place.
The tigers never muster more than purrs.
The bears don't dare to stare me in the face.
I'll skin each live and sleep on precious furs.
You'll find a tightrope but you'll see no net.
With every ring ablaze, no one gets through.
My mind's this tilt-a-whirl but I'll bet -
I've got the right trick hand-picked just for you.
My love, a wooden crate, and this buzz saw -
best lift your legs - my pets eat fresh meat raw.