The Clown

The Clown(Tallisman) The sorrowful countenance inviting you to care
Hiding the reality of the man hidden there
While your laughing at the antics he’s trying to do
Just maybe, maybe, he’s laughing at you

The clown encompasses both laughter and tears
Plays on primeval emotions and instigates fears
He’s a comedy genius and a horror story star
That can kill you with laughter or a flower patterned car

You can’t trust a clown as he’s just a veneer
Disguising whatever is buried in here
He’s a God to be worshipped and a devil in disguise
All that is mystery behind painted eyes

He’s evil incarnate but he’s dressed as a fool
He’s a king of comedy and a Lord of Misrule
He’s everything good but also everything bad
He plays his part sanely but clearly he’s mad

Wax paints can hide the soul hidden beneath
A hero or villain, a giver or thief
He’s all things to all men, he’s nothing at all
He’s the king of the slapstick, who holds us in thrall