because what could be worse than
a coulrophobia?
       a clown grinning,
                not wearing any make-up?
catch me some time during
the week doing just that,
            perched on a windowsill...
****, if ******* won't laugh,
might as well scare them
      to adopt investing in diapers...
at least there's a motivational
tool in place to
                       mark a loss of a
    couch potato...
                                 but you know...
when a woman dons lipstick
and eyeliner...
             everything else a man
does subsequently is treated
as war-paint... azure woad...
               but can a clown not wearing
any face paint actually smile?
pe(h)pe(h)? what's your take on this?
heeeeeeeeeeeee....
    and then that Bolognese grin...
churn, chirp, choke, or spoon?
                    well, you know, make-up...
after a while your get to explore
then Norman of what makes
people edgy...
                       smiling without
using face-paint is one way to go about
things...
                         some dare call the
oversimplification of poker game tactics...
     so where did i put my
tux to attend a ballroom spectacle
of: wish those chandeliers did a
Newtonian apple "trick",
                 minus Volatire's poetry...
       spotting a clown grinning without
make-up is probably as rare
as spotting a woman wearing no
make-up, flirting...
                          call sasquatch,
or some apache stoners,
                        we'll throw some dice
into a cobbled alleyway corner
and pretend it's chess...
          because at that point
   a question is propped:
                    does counting really matter?
       fear has hopes,
                  love? something
in between a wheelchair and arthritis...    
sure: nazareth, cow bell added to
     son of a dog...
                and the dangling crucifix...
because no one has actually
investigated the nag hammadi
library, and not seen
         the trigger of st. thomas'
gospel...
                    last time i checked:
the church wasn't exactly interested
in archeological findings either...
                   due justice:
word for word, and no words above
the vicar...
                 back into
dinosaur bone findings...
             **** it, just give me the
sunglasses and allow me to dream about
jamaica.