Sad Clown, Twisted Scowl
Sad clown, twisted scowl
Broken frown under misted cowl
Hateful grin, stubblepit chin
Eyes that spin, no next of kin
Forsaken old troll, asleep in a hole
The joke’s on him, the prognosis is grim
Don’tcha laugh…at this clown
He’ll take you down
Don’tcha laugh, nope no way
And alive you might stay…for today.
Let him be
Let him be
Copyright © Vincent Procopio | Year Posted 2012
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