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Clown

  • Christian Feurtado
  • Nov 17
  • 1 min read
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I said I was a clown,

But you didn’t have to laugh along.


I was with you with my face down,

Everything that you did was wrong.


You’re dense as a brick,

You whisper too loud.


Your cold heart made me sick,

You looked at me like I was too proud.


I didn’t want to make a scene,

But you set the stage.


A clown who can't take a joke,

Forced to entertain in your cage.



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