Clown In the Ground
From the first breath till my death
I've played the role of a 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 every day 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 lays me in the ground.
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