A Clown

Enough to make a man want to cry

Enough to make a man want to die

No matter how desperately I try

To find happiness, I am denied

What goes up

Must come down

And buried

In the ground

 A Clown all-alone

No troupe to call home

Trapeze of his mind

Solemnly confined

The joke never ends

They all seem to flee

This joke of life is on me

Ho ho ha heh hee hee

What goes up

Must come down

And buried

In the ground

Enough to make a man hide his face

Enough to make a man a disgrace

No matter how much make-up I pour

         I simply wound up drunk and dead

On the floor