Puss Filled Fester

Gruesome paint, red,blue,orange and green, that smelled horrible, and burnt his skin, those snazzy clothes, colored for laughs, with horrible style, those bad lines, which he mugged, so he could muster laugh coughs, those fellow actors, who were imbeciles, and a quarter nutted, for heckles they , had him cruelly butted, those dirt folks, who paid pennies, to watch this circus fun, he often felt, like taking a gun, and ram it in his temple, and die once not less but ample, but stomach churned, and horned, for food and stuff, he had to work, as a jester, even though his life was now, just a puss filled fester.