Dressed up in white like the Pope,
Wash my face with holy hand soap.
The clown makeup is coming off,
Dried out pores on a small grey cloth,
Feel as cold as the planet Hoth.
Now black dirt is all over my suit,
This day needs a reboot.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: April 29th, 2024 01:14
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Comments1
I thought this was gonna be a poem about - a certain MP?! lol.
Haha, all of them clowns.
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