The Potty Ring

Turning down the corners of your own smile Insulting your own injury a whitewashed slapstick clown Offering you a hand up you extended a false hand Falling back on yourself, flopping in the ring Clapping to your own jokes and tooting horns is your applause A waddling seal twisting its own whiskers for dead fish Slapping your own face with a white glove Removing your top hat stooping over then introducing A car full of bumbling clowns all dressed like you Dancing to the calliope of your own tune With encores of victorious hands raised Reveling in your own disappointment party