Circulates
There are times
When I feel
Like a parody of myself
I already have that
That’s what the clown is for
Yet I never stop
Ranting about
Art and Death and Emotion
This will not last forever
I assure you
Yet who knows
Art imitates life
Life imitates art
I may be bound to this forever
And if I am
As long as I have my friends
And means to express
That within my heart
I will surely be
Happy.
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