I’m just a clown
When it comes to the rhyme
Fooling around
Outside of the lines
The crunching of crayons
Flipping of dimes
In deep conversation
With dozens of mimes

Muddied in mayhem
Past the mundane
With the frequent du jour
Over easy, half baked
Shooting for early
I settle on late
Paying my dues
In crazy ways

Setting to rhyme
Whatever poops in my mind
Now there’s a freudian slip
At the perfect time
It’s no secret kept
Should have said pop instead
But I’ve run short on words
And that’s all I have left

We have had this hunger
From the very start of time
Feeding on the power
Wanting that which isn't mine

Taking what's in front of us
Whether it is ours or not
Adding to ill-gotten gain
Adding to the rot

To be the ones to be in charge
Of our own destiny
Finding if we play our cards
We'll bring the world to its knees

It's not about the worship
Though that's always a plus
Our best behavior in this courtship
To not let on just how corrupt

This struggle for the power
In the wanting of it all
Can turn a good man sour
Can bring about the fall

Which started at the start of time
A burning deep inside
This hunger for the power
In wanting that, which isn't mine

Whether born into riches
Or poverty
We're all much the same
To some degree
Whatever you have
Or whatever you need
Is left behind
When it's your time to leave

Everyone here
Holds out on the hope
That it'll be years
Before your turn to go
Say what you will
You never will know
Healthy or ill
When the Reaper shows

It could take a lifetime
Or the blink of an eye
Do what you can
You're still going to die
Could be in your sleep
Or a nice Sunday drive
Sooner or later
We'll leap the great divide

They say easy come
They say easy go
Could be taken out fast
Or in slow mo
Leaving a trail of tears
That highlights the lows
One thing is clear, we'll no longer be here
When the Reaper shows

In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together
To make our own fireworks

And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free

Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub

Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme

As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight

With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole

But we did put on a show not soon forgotten
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be
There's now a community pool in it's place

So come and join us on this holiday
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...

The closer we get to the end of this
And it's time to cast our votes
Do we click the box on the latest crook
Or the one who knows not where he goes

This dilemma of decisions
We're being forced to make
These crazy times in which we're living
Sad to say is just another day

We've gotten so used to them skirting the truth
It's hard to recognize a lie
When you're one of these two what else can you do
If their lips are moving, that's a pretty good sign

Both promise the best is what's ahead
While looking like a donkey's behind
Do they not see the hand that feeds
Believe you me, is ready to bite

Since we've lost all hope in this clown show
We might crayon in another,
name that we know besides these Bozo's
Then run for cover, in mad hope that it's over

The closer we get to the end of this
Remember to cast your vote
We all have a voice but is this really our choice?!
How low can you go, soon enough we'll all know

******* on a hunk of helium
Every time I'm up to speak
So, every word that comes out my mouth
Is nothing but a high-pitched scream

Morning, night, and noon
I carry an array of colorful floating ballons
To help me breath as deep as I need
When talking to the likes of you

Bringing me to a higher frequency
Of what doesn't make much sense to me
Helium filled bounds and leaps
Dealing with those with special needs

******* gobs and gobs of helium
Like it's going out of style
Laughing my way through the end of days
In and out of oblivious crowds

How did I get to this point where I live
With a voice that is this high pitched
Why, by adding helium
Into my daily mix,
of insanity the likes of this

What's your excuse
For the things that you do
Do you take and blame others
Is that the path that you choose

Or your environment
Where your life is spent
The side of town that you live on
Is that where you get

All the many lies
As to the reason why
That you go and tell yourself
As you try and deny

Do you blame it on race
The one you're in, the one you face
When you find yourself steeped deep
In the excuses you make

What do you say
About the way you behave
Ten out of ten
Where you tend to place blame

Have you ever thought it through
That the problem might be you
Why you do the things you do
Could that be your excuse?