The funeral clown

The funeral clown

It went with the emotions.   

 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