Be who you regally are,it might make people faint!
No need to match them,with social grease paint.
Each us are so superbly crafted,just look around.
Colors,hair types,body shapes,all do abound.
For everyone of us,at times life can be so tough.
Now that is the opportune time to strut your stuff!
“Dive for your dreams,” e.e.Cummings has said.
It’s time to be you, not hide under your bed.
We only have so much time-on this earth.
Yes, you can be you, with joy and endless mirth.
6/28/2023
I’ve danced in a clowning jig,
Bells on my nimble toes,
Askew on my head, a wig,
Smile painted over my woes.
I’ve clapped in a rhythm inane---
Jumped in my floppy clothes…
My grease-paint dissolved in rain…
While tear-drop insanity flows.
I’ve danced in a clowning jig,
Bells on my nimble toes,
Askew on my head, a wig,
Smile painted over my woes.
I’ve clapped in a rhythm inane---
Jumped in my floppy clothes…
My grease-paint dissolved in rain…
While tear-drop insanity flows.
Mr. Jangles, circus clown
Sat in bar at edge of town
Wore a melancholy grin
As he sipped his sloe fiz gin
Grease paint face for evening show
Yellow wig and velvet bow
Baggy pants and pointed shoes
Comic Jangles loved his booze
Had a fight with cousin Len
Spent a year inside the Pen
Found a job with Circus Browne
New career as big top clown
Loved to make kids laugh and whoop
Riding pones through a hoop
Walked on stilts and trained a bear
Wearing purple underwear
Heard the crowds who'd cheer and clap
For this funny Bangles chap
But when the big top closed its tent
Back down to the bar he went
Lonely clown who hides within
No one sees through painted grin
Jangles lights another smoke
Snorts his ounce of stolen coke
Tremendously guarded, with mask and malaise
steel tipped and smiling through cloud lugging days
Hundreds of frozen dreams melt on your back
to be slipped on when least on your guard
Blessedly smart, so they've said once or twice
Always so gentle and saccharine nice
If they only knew the exposure within
They'd burn like a fire's obsession for air
We'll find you at night washing white down the drain
from the grease paint you don when your face is in pain
We watch through the window as you sink to your knees
in the pool of a million lost star dust decrees
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