The painted smile appears like a rose
With gleaming colour and a big red nose
His flappy feet slaps when he walks
He only acts and never talks
His yellow wig is gold like a fire
But making people laugh is his only desire
He gets great pleasure from entertainment
Holding his audience in great containment
But underneath the makeup is a sad old grin
With torture of pain like a sharp jabbing pin
He knows nothing can help him with his life
No money or car or even a wife
His darkness his depression that holds him at bay
With horrid thoughts that comes everyday
No medication will help this clown
Just cheer and laughter and a hideous frown
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