Like a bat in the night
He’s running around
without A thing in sight
Not making a sound
But somehow forming waves
Even Great Grandma Jill can hear
And like a clown at a fair
He’s a joke
Entertainment for the crowd
Make up and all
An ashen face
With a crimson smile
a cherry red nose
With the hair to match
Some call him a clown
Repetitively he stumbles
Not confident enough
to stand tall
His own perception
his downfall
Like an unhappy audience throws tomatoes
His happiness choked by the vine
Holding him back, wherever he goes
Restrained by his thoughts
Overwhelming his psyche
Leading to physical limitations
Stumbling for air
The audience laughs
Not understanding that he’s unwell
He took an oath
To entertain
no matter the cost
And entertain
He will
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