The Party Clown
I’ve been here and I’ve been there.
I’ve been almost everywhere.
What I do is always fun.
No, I am not on the run
I am up, I am not down.
It’s the other way around.
Life is wonderful all the time.
Have another glass of wine.
Yes, I am a party animal.
Hippie hair and raunchy sandals.
I am always up for some fun.
Time to party. Everybody come.
People call me the party clown.
Mostly when you are around.
All know a clown never cries.
He couldn’t, even if he tried.
Yet, inside, I am a wreck.
Because you don’t give a heck.
I joke around at a party when you are there.
You don’t laugh, don’t look, you just don’t care.
What you’re doing is tearing this clown apart.
Dreaming of your love and not knowing where to start.
But,—- then,—- I’m a happy guy.
I feel good, with my head in the sky.
Yes, it is a long way down.
But, you will never see me hit the ground.
Famous last words of a party clown.
——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)