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Apr 2016
Makeup caked face cover scars rotting with regret
Scarlet lips purse, forever frozen in a pouted grin
Always for the audience, always the next show
For the crowd to keep cheering, new tricks in store.

Heart laden with dreams unlived, a life unloved
Body twisting at whims of the gaping throng
Underneath cries a lost soul, begs to be set free
Forever stuck in clumsy shoes, dancing for money.

Removing blond wig, at blessed end of last hour
Shredded dignity held together by the will to go on
Smiling front cascades away and slips down
Such is the story of the sad party clown
Dressed to please
Written by
S S  Australia
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