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.

 

 

 

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