Life.

What is life,
if not a well-festooned circus
of masks and clowns,
bellowing within the periphery
of a show set to end when
the last of the glitzy confetti bits
comes to a halt on the soil?

Mask of the hysterical grin
etched painfully into
your pasty white face
as you weep beneath
the facade of pretend-merriment.

A routine so stale it reeks
of the fags you puffed last night,
while waiting to leap out with the circus band
to pander to the frantic crowd-oh,
how you danced to please them.

In the end,
all you're left with
is the echo of laughter
long dead.
Just another stupid clown
that prances within the circus tent,
perishing to the children
as the lions march out to
bat at wooden chairs with
clipped paws.
-Joel.
One of my FAVs. What a wonderful sarcastic darling! =)