Clown In the Ground

From the first breath 'till my death I've played the role of happy clown first- wearing the newborn silly hat plastic phone placed in my hands parents cooing at my first "smile" knowing all along it was only baby gas. Then the hormones ran wild thinking of nothing but sticky romance juggling snotty lies and pretty lines to get good girls to drop their pants. Now everyday I'm putting on a big smiley face- Clawing up the plastic smile ladder. Collecting my pauper's pay. Topping it off with a big brown nose drinking dirty Kool-Aid from boss man's hose. Even at my funeral, I'll play the smiling clown. While the gravedigger gives me to ground.