Confessions of a clown

The stage is all set

and the thunder dies down.

An ocean of eyes pin me,

as I set sail as a clown.

The 'puerile' brain of mine

makes me do what you see.

But my act scales new peaks,

as it turns gloom to glee.

My follies seldom fail

to tickle out humor,with ease.

logic is lulled to sleep,

the earnest within tends to cease.
 

I live a lynched life

regrets are now a past.

In a mold of cruel truths

lies my life,rigidly cast.

Beyond that painted face,

hides a pair of dejected eyes.

overlooked they've been,for long

as if they lack a price.

When I'm laid to rest

and freed of earthly strife.

I'll scram with a heart of lead,

for my message won't be my life.