Poem: Clown

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I am a clown playing a part.

I laugh for you but its on demand,

its not of me.

It comes from fear, sadness, longing, loneliness,

which you exploit.

You care not for my feelings,

only for what money can buy.

So you cut me with your callous words and

barbwire fingers.

(c)

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