Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets
blood dripping
gore hanging
from blades gripped in fists.
Screams
whistles
cat calls
so rude
how they communicate.
A language
unlike any known to mankind
spoken by a select few
while the rest of the population
stares on in horror
fear
disgust.
Tis like a circus
watching caged freaks
only these are sordid clowns
in backrooms
under tables
making deals that cannot be undone.
Decision making
done by dancing clowns
no knowledge required
only the certainty
the presumption
the duress
that all bow down to the higher power
for Clowny knows best.
Sept. 21/18
Photo by Tom Roberts on Unsplash
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