Clowns

So I’m on a street called Cicero

Slowing to a stop as the light turns

brown

I’m heading Downtown

to hang out with a clown

 

We’re gonna see things now

to cherish later as a memory

Global warming?

I don’t care

Fuck the next century

What about me?

Right about now

Working as a clown

Making funny sounds

With a hat on the ground

And no one is around

The other clown says

I’m losing it mentally

I knew it would happen

eventually.

Income inequality was meant to be

And I’m on the wrong side of this disparity

Somehow I must

rise in popularity

 

For now? I’m a loner,

a roamer

An undisclosed persona

My thoughts are like perfume

And I love my own aroma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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