The Clown

A Poem

Marcus Faith
"Open eye right, there's nothing left to see here folks",
The clown said. I will describe and only for you.
Slowly his eyes raised their blue light on you. Spot.
And his eyelids were white like the rest of him.
But let all be writ. He asked for more patience.
I ignored him and burst through the open pathway slinking,
then stomping alternately. Headstrong with sick stomach.
So slowly I turned my self around. I ached in every thought.
"Hell for you", said the goddamn creep. I spun all my weight
on him and it collided with the sounds of shoes we wore. Oplease.
Vengfuly I plotted a dime to fall on your skull,
But now I just wlant to poison you. Move over asshole,
I'm on my way out.

Published by Marcus Faith

I have lived in Texas my whole life and I'm currently an undergraduate at UT-Edinburg.  View profile

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