Walk On the Wise Side
Slodes new poem : Walk on the Wise side
The talking clouds,the talking clowns
Feeling like they just do whatever
Calling out everything but mystery
But using it to squander a life a time forgotten
The talking clouds,talking like clowns
I just don't know where the infinite flame has gone
All of mankind looks the same, no one accepts the blame
When you find there is not enough time
Water and Fire always one of them wins
Who can say what a wasted life to what end someone enjoys no pain
Beauty re imagined in the moonbeam of your smile
Its the journey, the people that can feel the ground
Its the dancing clowns that scare people
Nobody walks too long on Pennywise Lane
The cadence screams of the Killer clown
We live it so life doesn't become so extreme
Pennywise
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2023
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