Serious Clown
On white face of mirth, a joyance beguile
fooling around, in a paint smeared smile.
A yellow messy wig, dangling over head,
grinning beneath a nose, fake plastic red.
A weird costume, hands of fate designed,
in ludicrous comic role, normal life denied.
Punchline of nasty joke, crowds go all nuts,
but buried deep within, pain of unseen cuts.
Jocose of a jester, his balls of hope juggle,
making two ends meet, it's about struggle.
A mime layer of mask, hides a serious clown,
trapeze rises up, and a sky turns upside down.
Scattered stars descend , to a vastness of abyss,
he returns dancing, his flamboyant delirious bliss.
7th March 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Clown at the Abyss
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