The bones already names

When I was born, my bones already named
Clavicle,utensil, copper wire
I thought I’d reached the apogee of fame

I quickly realised murder was the game
As my brothers set  my hair on fire
When I was born, my bones already maimed

How I escaped with difficulty’s plain.
If you will believe I am no liar.
I thought I’d reached the apogee of fame

We had a ginger cat which no-one tamed
We took it in a bag to Midnight Choirs
When I sang, my voice was full of  shame

The cat got in a trap and so was lamed
We dressed its wounds,it scratched  me something dire
I thought I’d reached the higher, sharper pains

I spoke too soon, from love  and hate I tired
Then vulgar fractions  infinite,  defiled
I was born, my bones with words engrained
Jesus Christ, I understand your game