Clown...
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