dance and twirl and flail around
who cares if we look like silly clowns
knocking shelves and breaking hearts
drinking a bottle of whiskey and throwing darts
straight at brains and thoughts and love
taking the life of the pretty white dove
we run rampant like rabbits
making bad habits
destroying the world that raised us well
ignoring the cries the screams the yells
slaying the ones who love us most
and over drinks we proudly boast
then we grow up and graduate and then
some of us stay and some become men
those who remain lost and alone
allow their hearts to turn to stone
they die with tears and fears and frowns
but ****, it's fun to stay a clown