The World Loves a Clown
You came upon me
Late last night
Whimpering,
Whistling,
Whispering.
Threatening those I love
I know it was you
I still
have your foot
steps on my back.
Pretend I didn't see you
Is that how you wish
It to be?
I will not stand
nor lie for it.
I heard your voice
On the wind and it shifted
My hair
and your wicked
laughter damn near killed me.
The queen is risen
If only in your wretched mind
Dancing in the graveyard
Prancing through yesterday
Juggling your lies.
Funny, though, they fell
On your face and splattered
In your eyes, your sweet
bitterness laced eyes
Oh how they fell.
There are secrets we both
Share only you and I
And I can tell that you
Wish I would go away
And I would...if you'd let go.
I tried to fix the world
Just for one damn gray day
But you?
You came in with your
Unusual gait thinking your straight.
How do you think you will do it?
Everything going to plan?
Fifty days later
You
Still
Don't
Understand.
[and the biggest secret is you never will]
Cows don't jump over the moon
But you moon over yourself
Get the hell
over yourself
you are not diary.
No body wants you.
No body advertises
in commercials saying
stupid lines such as:
"Got Lies?"
That is your produce
In your grocery store
of maggot laced
fortune cookie
lies and half-truths.
Your head, my dear
Is not the sun
nobody wants
to revolve around
the likes of you.
You and your
Will work for insanity sign.
All the while...
The world laughs
at you!
[after all the world does love a clown.]
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