Mad Clown

Mad Clown

Mad Clown

Pouring forth from my own hand
Are all the things I cannot stand
Bossy people full of hate
In my world, they do not rate

Mental vision in my brain
I vanish things that I disdain
Sorry souls who run away
Cause blurriness of disarray

Seeing clearly from within
I train myself in discipline
Merry in song, dance, and speech
Yet wandering aimlessly like a leach

Straight as an arrow, but twice as quick
To beat the clock before the tick
Slow and careful to the letter
Thoughtful you’d master your endeavor

Tell it like it is or tell it like it was
Silence is golden in the land of Oz
Scathing in a hot, boiling bath
Perhaps that would take care of your wrath

Serendipitous pleasure will wash you clean
Tripping, it occurs, ‘why was I so mean?’
Should you uphold the power for me to tear down?
Or shall I be oblivious to be your little clown?

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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