I’M AMUSING. MAYBE ONLY TO MYSELF…
Got some big red shoes and spooky, pink tumbleweeds hair. This neoprene klownsuit makes me break out in rashes. But know this! I’M REALLY ONLY HERE TO AMUSE MYSELF. I could love you, but I’ve got a better way. Now I realize that I’M the ONLY MIS-MATCH for me.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
I got some red waxy lips set in a greasy, dead-white face
and I’m playing with This THING!
BUT, seriously folks, don’t be afraid, ‘cause I’M TOO BROKEN TO USE IT ANYWAY.
Honestly, this trip IS NOT FOR ME, BUT I’M taking IT ANYWAY. I create plop… I didn’t write these shitty lines but they’re coming out of my bright pie hole ANYWAY. I regularly Burst INTO the FLAMES; they roar in the furnace of THIS FALLACIOUS FANTASY.
HERE are the Pork pushers…
TOO MANY, OH, TOO MANY.
Fearful IDEAS IN THIS CIRCLE of MIND ARE JUST DREAMS infused WITH NOXIOUS UNFAMILIARITY… A MAP OF LOOSE ASSOCIATIONS MOLDING WHAT YOU ARE, barely REFLECTING WHERE YOU’VE BEEN. This is what they call progress.
DO YOU SEE THROUGH ME?
DO YOU GIVE IT A SECOND THOUGHT?
Never mind, MAYBE I’LL MAKE SOME MONEY: Squirt some jelly out my popo- sing a happy sung wrong song.
You enflame me as you watch HOPE AND CRIME PLAY FREELY BEHIND my EYES.
But, leave me alone. I’M TOO BROKEN TO be used ANYWAY.
I’d rather be choking on a chicken.
IGNITED, I LAP AT YOUR SENSIBILITIES.
You’re not noticing.
THERE’S ROOM WITHIN THIS CIRCLE OF CLUTTER AND NOISE… a place far from the bulb horns, joyless buzzers, and whoopee cushions, A PLACE THAT RATTLES me, INFECTING my Safety…
safe is THIS way.
This is the way to rashes and whistles, poisons and polka dots, squeaky noises and everything else that I hold dear.
ASK ME WHAT THAT SMELL IS? I’LL TELL YOU it’s burning rage.
I just found out you’re not really there.
I CAN’T USE YOU
IF YOU’RE not really there.
Make a living!
You’re a blank check.
My services will cost you.
But, I should stay home tonight because here it’s safe. Here I’m safe to be what I really am: a “Keeping-my-nose-klean klown.”
THERE ISN’T A QUIET PLACE ANYWHERE HERE, so I’ll just sink deep in my klownsuit and fall fast,
What are you doing hanging onto such useless relations?
Listen up… civilized company is a fantasy of the poor.
Rubber nose, big bow tie… this is the shit!
I could kill you, but for every one I kill a hundred more are created to take your place. So I’ll take it out on a special someone who’s handy because you’re not.
I’ve gotta make a living.
It’s not what you think.
I’ll keep digging;
I’ll keep climbing.