Big foot steps
In big red shoes
Big belly laughs
Big trips and grooves
Soaked to the bone
By comedy water pistols
Snowglobes rain drops of
Jasmine flower crystals
Behind all the makeup
Hazel eyes are hidden
Innocent kindness masks
Prim disposition
Midnight sonatas
Drowned in stressful scotch
Flamingos dance wildly
No existence without touch
Life lived pretending
Happiness is broken
Look beyond pretence
Hear reality unspoken
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I was doodling and after a bit I realised I had created a clown of sorts. It seemed only right to create a poem about it.
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