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Clown
I am the clown.
Cosmetic rotting corspe.
Want a ballon animal?
Can you smell my putrid smell?
The kiddies yell,
when I come up from underneath thier beds.
I have long since been pretty and dead.
The makeup is a shield from the sun.
I must admit being a dead clown is so much fun.
What shall I do for you?
Cut off a finger or two?
I swallow my finger whole and pull it out of my my nose.
Your both terrified and delighted I suppose.
I take off my head and juggle the dead.
I am like mr. potatohead.
I come complete with a custom set of dead body parts.
But I own one broken heart.
Grab your popcorn, the show is about to start.
Lets explore the human anatomy.
I pull out my trusty chainsaw.
The ruby red liquid is all you saw.
Look kiddies,this is my ribcage.
Over here is my large intestine.
I am the bucther, you are my swine.
I hope your having a horrific time.
Should I kick it up a knotch?
See that splotch, thats my blood.
Taste it, It makes me feel loved.
This clown performs a trick or two.
This clown wishes he was you.
