Killer clowns
I dressed myself as one
I paraded the streets of my mind
I crossed Father Time
With dreams of mine
I paraded my happy dreams
With these killer clowns
Who’s gonna say no?
If what I want goes down?
These clowns adore and address me
Caressing and help me
Be who I wanna be
With no judgement
I address them
They subside in my dreams
We laugh and play
I am a child again
It’s a sweet happy feeling
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