Every Ones Clown: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr

It’s this dream we all have that every one loves us all.

Yet like the truth seeping through your submerged shelled life it drowns you.

You find out they have been trying to sink you for years.

“Now you’re not going to be pushed around any more”
(You say to your self, with full confidence)

But they can smell your fear like the hounds from hell they prey on you.

If you just sit there what do they have to fear?

Nothing at all, in less you make it clear that you wont be the clown in there private circus anymore.

By John M. Pride Jr.


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