Wasn’t really sober one night and this poem came to me.

I can only sit here moronically,

not being able to stare away

from visions of the three ugly

faces in the moon tonight. Clowns,

so evil that not even you

see them. Their lips scream go!

Reality is so far away.

I can smell that ugly

smell of smoke. Its clowns

that make me insane! Go

back I feel so moronic.

It wants me not you.

WOW! It’s freakishly ugly.

Frog from woman, moronically

morphs and then goes.

I know that you

can guess the clown

is not far away.

There’s the clown,

not for you!

Frightened? How moronic.

No not away,

Please don’t go!

Its ridiculously ugly.

Don’t go

its clowns.

Not you,

he’s ugly.

Stay away,

Moons moronic

You

go

away

moronic

ugly

clown!

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