The Strides, The Laugh,
The smile on his face.

Laughter, His Purpose,
A fool on the stage.

To Dance, To Juggle, To please the Crowd.
After Applause, Away with a Bow

There lies a face that few have seen,
A face that hides behind the scene

Behind the Mask, Behind the Smile,
Behind the fancy clothes, Behind the Veil

The Tears he Cry, the Eyes so Sore,
The Heart that Bleeds, The Mouth that Roars

Pulling His Hair, That Orange Wig.
Lies a Man, Broken & Weak.

No Laugh, No Smiles Behind The Stage,
Just Tears, Just Pain. An Empty Embrace.

The Joy He Seeks, End with frowns.
This is the Parody of the Clown