Frown Rhymes With Clown

Sat, 08/08/2015 - 23:23 -- Jessclo



We see laughter as the reward for a joke, but never do we see the quip as the prize. 

Taking that plunge, we abide by the rules of risk, seeking that chuckle provoked.

But the risk takers, the ones who jump, only live for that end of the tunnel.

Not one body praises the creativity or spur,  but rather the reaction.

You see, this is why the lighthearted have strokes.

They live, not to be the life of the party, but to create life.

And eventually, even the highest spirits, grow heavy, the smile more appropriately a noose. 

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