Send In The Clowns


  
Send in the clowns
A permanent portrait painted white
Inside, he bleeds out, with a smile on his face
He plays the fool, flops about like a goof
Rolling and falling, soda bottle squirting
Driving a tiny little mini in circles
Crashing into a wall, made to look real
Just to get a laugh, from the crowd at his misery
At the end of the show the cannon blasts out
A drawf, who flies through the air and lands dead
The crowd howls and hollars at the spectacal ahead
Not knowing, that fucker was really, dead!
Blood splattered everywhere, it oozed over the sand
That fills the center circle, under a tent
The Big Top, The Biggest Show On The Road
Pinned to his little poka-dotted jacket
A note that basically said
The End

21 thoughts on “Send In The Clowns

      1. You are correct, Sir. Hate them. Creepy fuckers that shove themselves in tiny vehicles for no apparent reason and wear shoes twenty sizes too big. WTF?

      2. lol, I know. I hate clowns too. But, aren’t all clowns the saddest things on earth? I think I’m a clown. I just don’t paint my face or drive little cars or wear big shoes lol

      3. Emmett Kelly used to make me cry as a kid; perhaps that’s where the trouble started. NO. Wait. It was Stephen King and John Wayne Gacy who soured me on plaid ties that hang down to ones knees and red rubber noses.

        I don’t think you are a clown at ALL. I think you are a magnificently gifted human being that I am thrilled to call friend!

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