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I Am Your Clown

Supply me with a little more dignity please
I donít melt by the sunrise reflecting in your eyes
I donít suppose I am the bate for your tragedy
And the ignorance dangling from your fishing-hooked lies

I am your clown and you are my ironic wisdom
Shall I recite a gag only your better half can brew
Dare I call out from my comical hole
Making snide remarks that only fools could answer to

If I foresaw the end of this dripping cause
Would I smile at your expense
Soiling the hands of a lost and lonely voice
That only missing thoughts could rinse

I am the clown at the end of your hook
Telling tales to ears that never listen
Can I please struggle at the suburbs of an abandoned heart
Only to know that the beat of my own heart will never quicken

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