KingofKinks

Clowns are Sad People Too.

poem for a melancholic guy..

give me an inflatable clown
with red-inked mouth painted upside down
he'll be my friend he'll carry me to town
my sad saviour are you around
your big red nose and huge clumsy shoes
while they make people laugh they'll think your a fool
to dress as something so silly in big constumes and all
cant they see the how heavy the weight of the burden that falls
on your small thin shoulders so brittle you'd fall
cos sad clown, you'll get knocked down when people come and laugh in your face
and point their bony fingers and they cheer and they jeer
will you ever understand the humour in here
while the joy is theirs, what fascination awaits
in their small narrow minds they cant see the tear
that forms in your eye as the smile turns to fear
but i can see what you can see
i can feel what you can feel
we are two of a kind, just you and i
so wash away the paint dont fake the laughter
i dont need red blue pink balloons for ever and after
all i need is what is real what is deep down whats inside
so bow now the show is over
what we need now is our own genuine laughter.
give me an inflatable clown
with red-inked mouth painted upside down
he'll be my friend
he'll bring me to town.