Tatters
He swapped his suit for a costume
Never sure if he traded up or down
In either attire did heaviness loom
Pre make up and nose a sad clown
Feeling like a fraud with a tie
In his brief case, anyways
Dressing the part, living a lie
His masquerade's end of days
Hidden by ruffles or this and that
He wonders if happy is a myth
Maybe now he won't be laughed at
And can pretend they laugh with
Made a change with nothing to lose
It seems it no longer matters
A fitting name before his big red shoes
He's always been in tatters
Turn that frown upside down
And look at the sad clown
January 4, 2023
Tatters Poetry Contest
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