What’s up with this?
What’s really going down?
I want to shake my fist.
These crazies dressed as Clowns.
Clowns are to be funny,
Giggle, laugh and smile.
Not wielding machetes.
Acting twisted, vile.
Horrid Harlequins seen,
On the campus grounds.
Terrify kids in Dorms,
Dudes with bloody frowns.
Haunters armed with weapons.
Try to terrorize.
Just a Circus reject?
Horrid painted eyes.
Make-up their face.
Vivid ugly silly,
Giving people nightmares,
Horrors and the willies.
Just put an end,
To all of their antics.
Find them better friends,
Knock off creating panic.
So, you crazy Bozos,
Wipe off your frightful paint.
Stop getting enjoyment,
From making people faint.
The tin toy with spring,
Stuff inside and lock.
Break the crank that turns,
Keep Jack in the Box.