Thursday, September 17, 2009
The funeral clown
The clown’s all red
In a bloody pool of his dead
He kills himself every moonlit night
Stretches a smile on his face
Farthest to chase
Dress in reds and whites and brightest of pink
Amuses the faces that are so grim
Has a tiny heart within
That beats the loudest to begin
It pays in attention, love and laughter
The man’s well sought after
All for a lonely clown
The biggest gig in his town
The clown’s all red
In a bloody pool of his dead
He kills himself every moonlit night
Stretches a smile on his face
Farthest to chase
No, he’s no fake by any means
Surfing the shallow shores, he dares to lean
Flicking and juggling on a worn out board
He cares less and appears so bold
Just a tincture of madness she carries
Watch out, you Tom, Dick and Harries
Present at almost all his gigs
The clown’s chick is hard to resist
The clown’s all red
In a bloody pool of his dead
He kills himself every moonlit night
Stretches a smile on his face
Farthest to chase
He had several promises to keep
For them, he had to scale the seas
The chick was a difficult woman to contain
Futile to convince that love could be maintained
To her, he lost the virginity of his soul
She crept in his being like a tiny mole
She feared the loss of something cherishable
Believed their love was not liveable
The clown’s all red
In a bloody pool of his dead
He kills himself every moonlit night
Stretches a smile on his face
Farthest to chase
A decision is hard to make
To part ways
And yet have parallel lanes
They held hands
And
Shed mixed tears
She got him a job of a funeral singer
Slow was the pace and sadness lingered
This was the best way to stay in touch
Still, they could not achieve much
The clown’s all white
In a mist of low height
He kills himself every moonlit night
Stretches the chords of his guitar
To tie to the ceilings, must reach that far
The funeral singer wouldn’t last long
He knew only a few sad songs
He asked her to give him one more chance
To let him be him and hold his stance
The gig folds, unfolds here
Nobody knows, nobody cares
Will she? Wont she?
In a dilemma is he!
The clown’s all red
In a bloody pool of his dead
He kills himself every moonlit night
Stretches a smile on his face
Farthest to chase
