Terror The Clown!A Poem by Michael StevensA clown of your nightmares!"Hidee-hi-do,
kid, I'm Terror the Clown, what's a matter, what's that high keening sound?
Fear of me won't help, not even a little, I won't be wished away, so, better to give in, hey, settle down, it's an honor that you're my prey!
Look, wave to your mommy and daddy, cause you'll not be seeing them again, oh, now, they can't do squat
to help your scrawny a*s, look, they're way over there, and besides, do you really think that they'd even care?
You know, people's fear of clowns is a well-placed fear, Get a load of me, I'll rip your arms off after I finish this beer.
Now, with my hand over your mouth, no one can hear the screams, show's over, time to say goodnight, and might I add, pleasant dreams?
Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm only a part of your disturbed mind, and come the morning, your memory of me will be rather undefined!"
© 2016 Michael StevensReviews
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StatsAuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..Writing
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