Tatters
Oh, but I am just a man
an entertainer
a man of the people
I have bubble gum at the bottom of my shoes
and yes, the children cry
I know they think I'm scary
even when I try and give them a surprise
and I see the parent's faces defeated
they wanted to do something kind
as do I
In my sadness, I will glare
at myself
at the floor
at the never-ending winding stares
But, I am a man of the people
and my goal I want
is to be hated now
but loved in their memories
I am a man of the people
I am clown
I have been battered
Though I am not tattered
They will never see my smile upside down
Copyright © Bethany Bennett | Year Posted 2023
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