Here's a funny thing 'bout clowns:
NOTHING. They eat babies and ****
Young men until they get their fill,
Hang kittens by their window sill,
Send texts from behind the wheel,
Name their daughters things like Neil,
Use way too much salt on every meal,
Leave you on read just for the thrill,
And put their names in your nan's will

Actually, the balloon animals are pretty cool I guess

The world does not end with fury
And fire, blood ridden lakes with floating
Corpses and flies picking at our remains
As shells fall like leaves in autumn

It ends with beauty as a sin
And silence preferred over truth.
It ends with hollow men who hide
Behind dull eyes, sapped of all light

When pricked these men don't bleed
But spill forth mounds of straw

Without the courage to end it,
Or the will to go on,
The vagrant wanders aimlessly
Under the artificial lights

At the voting booth
We do the symbolic act
A pointless gesture

Longing for a gentle spring rain and
Pointless conversation with you.
We find shelter, shivering.
You huddle next to me for warmth

You remind me of a penguin
I love penguins

Here she is,vivacious yet
despite the years of self neglect
She wears it well,she stood the test
she earned her badge of self respect.
Quiescent in her dormant state
the potential yaw she may create
she journeyed forth towards her fate
and the road remains the same.