ALL CLOWNS EXIT RUNNING

Break off the jagged corners

A prize visual pun

Lurking in the darkness for me

An integral part of the circus of my life

You see I've known this troubled path

For all my days that I fear

The wretched hands of insanity

Watch me as I encompass

An extremely wide range of style

 

My words are like the blackest slug

Dropping out of my mouth

In drooled slow motion

Always the wrong one

Always the wrong setting of time

I am the hierarchy

With this whiteface and ruffled collar

Giving you good laughs

That'll rip your sides out

 

Thriving to make an impact in his eyes

Gathering attention by the flight of my kite

Rejected by the wind

Costumed for extravagance

Did they call me?

I must have missed my number

 

This slacking tiredness mocks my sensibility

Imprisoned by my rights and wrongs

Lopsided

Drunken

Broken

Am I the most prevalent character?

Or another tramp in disguise

A mysterious dream harlequin

I am a notable example

Of everything you are not

 

The reminder of time

Or was that the remainder?

Keeps repeating the blame of my mistakes

A gag written and rehearsed

Seeking a volunteer from the audience

Signal emergency

Reveal the punch line

Foolish face

Painted by the circus clowns who rained

Their black and red on my exaggerated parade

 

Reviews

[Liza]

ahhh; clowns could not compare to the exaggerations going on inside - didn't expect that twist

[Chris]

When I read this... I did not use a Judy Collins voice... and Santana just couldn't DO this justice... and then I heard my sister... the one just three years younger... and knew the right 'voice'.

Take care,
Chris