Andrew Crisci Poet Lyric

Lonely Clown Blues

Who can bear
such a loneliness
of fake clown,
laughing hard even
the direst frown?
It's desperate
search for that
sweet one, but 
luck's a fleeting ghost,
and I'm on the run.

Oh, I damn myself
for believing this lie,
I should have seen
the truth with my foolish eye;
that close friend of my silliness:
a champion without a crown.

I can't hold up
the cup of triumph high
to a happy crowd
cheering as I cry,
my spotlight's stolen 
bf that guy named Dion 
is all smiles and laughter
while my pride is withdrawn.

Ol, I damn myself 
for believing this lie,
I should have seen 
the truth with my foolish eye;
that close friend of my silliness,
a champion with no crown,
just emptiness.

Where's my adorable queen
dressed in red
with lips that smell like roses
instead? 
Not long ago, I was that stud
in the game, 
but now I'm chilling
in the shadows
of shame.

Please give me back
my throne, don't wait;
my ego
is bruised
and it's feeling great,
I struggle to earn it
feeling so low:
his victory didn't
blow me away
you know.

Oh, I damn myself
for believing this lie,
I should have seen 
the truth with my foolish eye;
that close friend of my silliness:
a champion with no crown,
just emptiness.

Where's my adorable queen,
with that sexy glow?
Is she kissing his cold lips
down low?
Staring in his untrue eyes,
no spark;
this lonely clown's left
wandering in the dark.

I'll pay my rage out,
sing my respect;
this restless spirit
yearns for what's correct,
a rhythm to chase,
a swing to feel.
Gotta find that queen,
make the wound heal;.
ah, this lonely clown
ain't done yet;
I'll laugh again: on my heart
you can bet.

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