Love Poem: The Clown
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Written by: Eric Ashford

The Clown

He chose a face
that only his mad mother 
would love.
He painted a tragedy 
upon a crooked grin.

His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.

A blundering funster 
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
that made it caper, and ha-de-ha
inside distorting mirrors.

When audiences thinned,
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn 
over a cloaked smirk.

Now we see him 
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
then his sorrowing mom.