He's the clown who tells the joke-
the dull, the dreary- the jokes we've
heard before. We were forced
out a crackle from a silence
that was rather bitter, something
similar that's to a sizzling fire.
He's the clown who paints a smile
against his droopy, creamy cheeks
and frowing bloody lips that leaves
us uneased and a bit horrified.
The mask he wears is rather unpleasant,
something that leaves us all uneased.
This is the moment we find,
a cheap circus, an experiance gone awry.