A friend told me
tried to show me
said hey bro
what you don’t know
I denied, tried, lied
but in the end I sighed
what was there to do
but admit that its true
I write sad poetry
tears and frowns and me
I try so hard to be glad
but in the end I miss it so bad
So call me maybe, because
I’ll try and keep your trust
So here is my funny poem
where the clowns roam
Wait what’s that?
Clown in a big hat?
Wait why so scared?
Its just a smiling clown there.
That’s just not fair
He’s got curly hair
You should laugh, its fun.
Wait, stop, halt, don’t run.
What’s wrong? How did I miss?
I thought you’re better than this.
Clowns are funny I swear
The only thing dark is their hair.
A friend of mine commented to me about the Angel poem that I like dark poetry and I took offense. Well not offense but I was certain my poetry isn’t all sad and mopey but I couldn’t argue otherwise so, here is my rebuttal. 😛 Enjoy.
