Ah, the staring of the clowns
Eyes move up
Travel down
They don't notice that they drown;
Ee, the talking of the clowns
Lips so big they are renown
Kissing ruse, through and through
Crowds of many, two by two;
I, observer of the clowns
Smell their sweet
Hidden deciet
Empty calories drag you down;
Oh, the crying of the clowns
Rushed mascara dripping down
Yearly trends will daily bind
Silly things of silly kind;
You, the clown, the clown, the clown
Hear me shout
Turn around
Deafly stand until you drown.
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