Clowns
It's funny to me, all the fear they impose
I see it in children, and some adults that I know
With their painted on faces and squishy red nose
What's there to fear, their vagabond clothes?
There's 15 to a car, the size of an ant
Whose feet fit those shoes...Who wears suspenders on pants???
Who would bother to hide their identity...
Is there something more sinister, which I fail to see......
Who's always happy and wears a smile on their face......
It's becoming an image that I can't erase............
I think I'm beginning to now understand..
Was John Wayne Gacy a clown, or was he a man???
Who sneaks up behind those unprepared
Then blows a loud horn....
I'm officially scared!!
Who always wears gloves to avoid fingerprints.....
I get it all now.........
I now understand!!!!
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