dang it. I was going to get this done earlier today. Oops. I blame beer. Yes, it's beer's fault. Specifically, a friend of a friend needs to learn about beer. So we just HAD to teach her - it's law. So it means poetry night is a little later tonight, but I'm still going to get this in under the gun. So there!
The sad clown makes his way across the stage,
in the center ring, he stands alone,
painted smile on his face, rubber nose and funny shoes.
No one sees the pain he feels,
No one knows that when the show closes,
it will just be him and his rented trailer,
a bottle of whiskey and a too-tired deck of cards.
He draws from the pile.
King of Hearts.
The show tomorrow will have happy clowns.
A bit morose, as they have all been on the "downer" side lately. As depressing as they might be, not to worry, kids. All is well. Tomorrow, I shall have some other poems to share as well as my own.
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
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