A SAD CLOWN

A smile on his face, frown lives underneath,

Watch the children laugh at this simple clown on the street.

An entertainer of fun and laughs, for a small price you pay,

That’s what you may think until his chuckle lures you away.

A clown of mischief, there’s more to him than meets the eye,

When the sun goes, wicked and mean, he’ll make you scream.

A sad clown indeed, covered under a mask of makeup, a monster is he,

He’ll dance for you and maybe throw confetti around, kill

Does this sad clown.

Ride a small bike, juggle in the air, follow you through the park,

Death everywhere,

Big, funny, shoes, baggy pants not so neat, not just a clown,

Never want to meet.

Keith Garrett