Clown...

The masked clown

Weeps in silent tears

Juggling

Bumping

Making fun of self

An object of entertainment

A muse of satire

Ludicrous attempts to

Clone forlorn happiness

The spotlight shall shift

Once the stars take on

The Pierrot kicked to

Oblivion of greasy shades

In the wings

The mask removed

Emergence of a fragile physique

From rented baggy costumes

Feeding greedily on a

Hard earned square meal

Rehearsing again

To get ready

For yet another act of

Disgrace