Out Of Place

The twisting clown with lipstick smeared
Spoke dripping words for those he feared

He said “You come to watch me flop,
But here I stand upon this plot

Not wishing to receive a clap
With hissing sneers and roaring laughs”

And as a hymn rose from the ground
The surface shook without a sound

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When the quake had ceased to shake
The clown’s reactions all seemed fake

He peeled off his polka-dot gloves
And out of place he released three doves

Eager to finish each of his tricks
He started to raise all his fingertips

And as a hymn began to rise
He quickly realized to his great surprise

What was keeping him down and had been aching for a while
Was the frown on his face he’d mistaken for a smile