Smokey the Clown
Like all birthday clowns
they put on a wholesome show.
Tell us when to stop and where to go
then sneak away for a sip and smoke.
They come back to the party
red-eyed and wobbly.
Nobody notices or cares anymore.
Their painted masks have grown thick with our pain
After all that's what clowns are all about...
Putting smudges of pigment to rain clouds.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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