Demented clowns giving us humans a frown.
Loved but hated feared but related to the inner circle of demented clowns with absurd shouts to be let out and wreak havoc upon the angles who play nice with the demon clowns.
Who are down in the dumps with thick needled pumps.
That twist the frowns of clowns upside down.
Dance spin so high I can't feel nor hear a thing.
Besides the slow echoes of make up dripping from one clowns face.
Making it hard to escape that anti superhero cape that you can relate to.
Bad but good sad and mad you play nic nac patty whack to keep your bones in a tight sealed bag.
The clowns ready to get down with the get down moving and shaking on a deep sense of total inhalation.
Dancing with the rhythm of the blues I can't feel any of my own dance moves.
Strings attached to a play Matt give me one good slap to know I'm alive.