Tuesday, 22 April 2014

The Reluctant Clown

I hear them at the next table
Men in a circle, the in crowd
I'd sat in the group before
And sensed some awkwardness


So how's this all work
I listen as they trade jokes
Each man, careful of other egos
Keeping their turn to 10 seconds


So wretched and fake
But you have to fit in?
Ok, Ok, I do a little clown dance
As I walk back with more drinks


Things must be light
People love a comedian
Hang on, this is down time
To just be yourself


Now, no more of this talk
Do you want to be no one

I sigh, walk off for a moment
And return, with red rouge and green hair



By James Bickle