I am the clown by Dandelion de La Rue


I am the clown On the red bicycle Riding through the foggy streets Blaring my little horn Laughing wildly, madly at all the irrelevancies And absurdities. And the reverent quests For self-importance. The clown can also watch the dance, The struts and strides And smiling well dressed Charms of those who Claim to know Reality. … Read more