Clown
Come on don’t worry about how it all went down.
It was a place always there to be found.
You paint yourself like a bad Rodeo Clown.
No ones ever chased a bull in a full length gown.
When you get up , your people will be around.
Its not like silly gets you ran out of this town.
Lets take a minute and review your sense of style.
You’re pushing hard for something gone for a while.
It’s a millisecond in you from doubt to denial.
Get it right , there won’t be another trial.
Did teacher explain this all goes into the keeper file?
Act your age not your misplaced rage.
This poem is about:
Our world
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