Pinky The Clown

Pinky was a clown, who always made people laugh,
He could do balloon animals, a dog or a giraffe,
He had the full outfit, nose wig and floppy shoes,
No one really knew him, he was a clown with the blues.

He remembers the legend, that his character once was,
He would go above and beyond, do more tricks just because,
The buzzer on his hand, squirting flower with a great range,
He would double book himself, so he could go up on stage.

Somewhere along the way, he drifted within himself often,
Thinking of that tragic day, when a kid ended up in a coffin,
One of his new tricks one day, had gone awfully wrong,
A kid screaming in flames accidentally, as he was singing a song.

He was looking in a mirror, all his clown stuff was off,
When he dragged on his smoke, an uncontrollable cough,
He started crying remembering, of all those times that was fun,
In his left hand was his smoke, in his right hand was a gun.

Tragically you never know, until you take a closer look,
Making sure people are acting fine, you won't find that in a book,
On the outside people are happy, on the inside there is hell,
When you see somebody laughing, don't presume that all is well.