The Clown

The Clown

The Clown Everybody’s happy; I’m everybody’s clown, I always wear my smiling face, even when I’m feeling down. No one sees the tears I shed, every single day, “Make me smile; I’m feeling sad,” all the world does say. And so I make them laugh, and warm them from within, They all think they love the clown, but I let nobody in. My greasepaint smile, always there, for that is all they see, Everybody loves the clown, but no one will love me. It’s not because some haven’t tried, but they have tried in vain. I am so unsure that I can love, without causing pain. The gift of love

Places

Places

  Places I’d like to tell you of the places I’ve been. I’ve been to London to visit the Queen. When I arrived she wasn’t home. I think it’s because I forgot to phone. I went to Memphis to see the King. When I got there he wasn’t in. Someone said the King was dead. But I’m sure he was just asleep in his bed. I flew to Berlin to see the wall, But when I got there, there was nothing at all. Just the Brandenburg Gates big and bold. I’ll search again before I get old. When I went to see the Pope. My luck was out, I felt

A Cure For Insomnia

A Cure For Insomnia

  When someone comes up with a cure for insomnia, they’ll make a fortune. However, until then us night crawlers will continue to be driven mad by the sound of the ticking clock. Two AM  Two in the morning, It’s quiet ‘round here. Two in the morning, There’s no one to hear. Two in the morning, I’ll not make a peep, Two in the morning, I wish I could sleep.   Two in the morning, The clock moves so slow. Two in the morning, Some memories won’t go. Two in the morning, There are secrets I keep. Two in the morning, I wish I could sleep.   Two in the

Metro, Boulot, Dodo

Metro, Boulot, Dodo

Metro, Boulot, Dodo (Train, Work, Sleep)  The alarm clock rings, Shower and dry. Dress and comb, It’s breakfast time. No time to waste, No time to spare. Quick drink of coffee, And straight out the door. Metro, boulot, dodo, Always on the go-go. Never time to go slow, Always time to go Joe. Metro, boulot, dodo. There’s a train to catch, No time to waste. Seven thirty-seven, Oh shit I’m late. Race out the door, Where is the bus? Here it comes, Same faces I trust. Metro, boulot, dodo, Off to work, Oh No! Life’s just like a yo-yo. What’s today, I don’t know. Metro, boulot, dodo. Tuesday, Wednesday, Monday,