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by Bob Shank
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Clowns

Wicked faces, tracked tears
cracked makeup, hidden fears
false smiles, play the game
here's Bobo, what a name

beneath the facade, dwells a man
saddened by fate, never his plan
a comfort zone, behind the mask
emotionless eyes, set to task

make them laugh, feel the fool
demeaning thyself, number one tool
after the show, alone once more
depression sets in, tears pour

such a sad life, but we all play the part
yet when the curtain falls, so does the heart.

Bob Shank, May 15th, 2008
Inspired by Smokey Robinson's
"The tears of a clown"


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