Drunken Green And Yellow Clown

One slip up on the mic And now your a clown A target for mockery and a face bright with shame Your career is a trap Every word criticized with the utmost ignorance waiting to be ended in a wrap Comedians running and smacking their lips To deliver a punchline or two to feed the audience's eager esteem Standing on a all or nothing fast paced locomotion You never know when you will hit a wall That neither shows nor wants to display its' stop sign