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Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me?
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So stay awhile and smile with me.
Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you cut with the silly frown?
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So lift me off the ground.
Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me?
You make me smile.
You make me laugh.
You make me sit, and watch you dance.
Circus clown, circus clown.
Why don't you clown around with me.
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
You are my sunshine.
So stay awhile, and smile with me.
So stay awhile and smile with me..
Circus Clown Song Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..ALL rights reserved..
I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become
I’m different to all And not just some
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb
progression always stalls
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide
it was chance pure chance
I really should’ve died
there’s no reason at all
that I would be found
I thought I’d be placed
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife
Left-handed right handed ADHD
depression self loathing and anxiety,
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide,
I haven’t got a drive
I haven’t got pride
How can I fight
with desire to die
how can you make life
when you ain’t really alive
then I ask,
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled,
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate
if you move and think you can harness strength
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down
climb up it laugh and clown around
Cus everybody is destined for the ground
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair
allow the dreams that are not there
smell the roses get caught on the nettles
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done
I miss the people the scenes and sun
why am I sitting when the option is run
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable
always be positive because the air is breathable
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable
Center of the rain found lost in the game
under the sky I clown around act all goofy to try not to be found
hey Mr president I heard you like my stlye
Want to sing to me baby I won't be here too long
I got a plane to catch ride to check
Wait for it I summoned the four winds bout to catch a case for it
Send in the clowns we all die slow
no funeral music for me cause I rise early now
would you think I am larger than life
yeah I am the same man that started this fight
can you believe alarm bells ringing truth be singing last night I almost melted in prison
Who can begin should the news reach him tonight
Dear Mr president I waited for lights
Waved at the sky as I kissed life good bye
Struggled with space time and had to bend my own light
now you know my hearts are in this I live for this right
put myself on a throne I would rather kiss life good bye
rule over the world that's not why I died
in space I sit on top the moon laughing
you think I wait for death to come gassing
await my mistake under flames I am exstatic
doom avowed me to freak the world with this magic
[To the tune of Superstar from the musical Jesus Christ, Superstar]
All you drivers, listen up! You need a new plan.
Driving down the highway, you gotta use both hands.
Tweeting on your iPhone in your minivan.
Gotta lose that Starbucks now, ‘cuz your Venti ain’t grand.
Trying to eat a bowl of chili? What in tarnation?
Gotta have a better plan to reach your destination.
(Put the burger down) Put the burger down
Don’t you clown around) Don’t you clown around
(Or you’re going down) Or you’re going down
(Gonna crash in town) Gonna crash in town
(So what can I eat?) So what can I eat?
(Don’t wanna mess the seat) Don’t wanna mess the seat
(Don’t wanna use my knees) Don’t wanna use my knees
(Oh, can you help me, please?) Oh, can you help me, please?
[CHOIR]
Cheese is nice, don’t think twice
It comes in strings, so that’s good advice
Cheese is nice, fairly priced
Still got one hand for your comms device
Cheese is nice, in the car
Chili? A spoon? Man, that is bizarre!
Cheese is nice, in the car
Hands on the wheel and you will go far
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to the tune of Superstar
from the musical Jesus Christ, Superstar
written on 03/13/2022
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic
Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic
Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic
England so shambolic at fans’ behest
So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest
Ironic still curious why the rest are furious
Spurious contest they know which way’s best
Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest
Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest
Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest
Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest
Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns
Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain
Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test
Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest
We frown they clown around go to town double down
How very dare you review from your pew not impressed
We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains
We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains
They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.
Fly me to the moon
Let me twirl beneath the stars.
Strolling on the Moon,
on this bright sun-lit April day.
Let me see what Spring is like.
Leaping over crater scars,
Skipping o'er the Oceanus Procellarum.
like a stone, like a stone.
Don't leave me on the fly-by
Let me land, let me land!
In other words,
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Fill my life with a lunar lilt song
As I'm skipping, hopping, drifting along.
I’m so close I ache to feel—
the soft squelch of dust beneath my boots,
leaving my prints
on the Moon's smiling compliant face.
Alone in this place
dancing in space,
dancing in space.
What’s the Moon to me and you.
If I never make my move?
Just a silver lullaby dream
I can circle, but never prove—
Let me down to clown around!
Let me land, let me touchdown
Let me show you my best moves,
as I yearn the grove.
Perhaps! I'll sneak away,
on the dark side,
on the dark side.
Where no one can watch me,
slip down there and play.
I'll dust my boots, when I return,
brush all over my orange suit,
so you'll never know.
I've been down there on the far side
playing around, clowning around.
So, let me fly on the moon
before I go to the dark side,
Perhaps to never return!
Perhaps to never return!