A drawn smile on your face,
fix your
red
round
nose.
Put your make up on,
it's time for another
show.
You can't laugh anymore,
but you have to,
you clown.

Making funny tricks
for the people in front,
playing the act,
you can't let them know
you're just wearing a masc,
passing a test,
you funny,
funny
clown.

But when the night comes,
and the lights are turned off,
when there's no audience
to pretend for
and show off,
there's no longer laughter,
the joy has no sound,
and all you can hear is
the cry
of the clown.