Many laugh and many sing.
Many a mouth sits agape with a cheek-to-cheek grin.
Fire stirs the air as the acrobats swing—
Elephants weep with a tusk-to-tusk grin.
The freaks and the clowns sit amidst lurid lights
Applying their faces with a cheek-to-cheek grin.
Construction of their masks:
Aided by the conjure of the worlock sorcerers,
Those who draw salt from the air and harbour apparitions.
On stage now:
Rotondo, the clown!
He dances, naked— with an ear-to-ear grin—
Rubbing his ballsack-belly,
Penetrating the mind of the big-top ring,
Shrouded by the coiling laughter of an audience who yearn for the lights of deformed suffocation
As Rotondo, the clown, paints a new face and ushers in a parade of freaks and deformed grins.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
Many laugh and many sing.
Many a mouth sits agape with a cheek-to-cheek grin.
Fire stirs the air as the acrobats swing—
Elephants weep with a tusk-to-tusk grin.
The freaks and the clowns sit amidst lurid lights
Applying their faces with a cheek-to-cheek grin.
Construction of their masks:
Aided by the conjure of the worlock sorcerers,
Those who draw salt from the air and harbour apparitions.
On stage now:
Rotondo, the clown!
He dances, naked— with an ear-to-ear grin—
Rubbing his ballsack-belly,
Penetrating the mind of the big-top ring,
Shrouded by the coiling laughter of an audience who yearn for the lights of deformed suffocation
As Rotondo, the clown, paints a new face and ushers in a parade of freaks and deformed grins.
