See that clown
In the big baggy suit
He's holding up folks
And taking their loot

He doesn't need jewels
Credit cards or money
He just wants them to know
That life isn't funny

Should they resist him
(A recourse unwise)
He makes them look deep
Into his eyes

They see the pain
A clown must endure
Of greasepaint and work
From a lifetime on tour

And then they think
"At least I'm not he
With a permanent smile
For all to see"

To smile through the pain
Of broken-hearted grief
To smile even though
You'll find no relief
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So accede to his demand
It will only hurt a while
Take solace in the fact
You can choose to cry, or smile