Hey, Did You Want To Feed A Clown? Poem by Raj Arumugam

Hey, Did You Want To Feed A Clown?



hey, did you want to feed
a clown?
hey mister,
did you want to buy me lunch?
yep, lots of people laugh
when I put on my act;
kids roll all over on the ground
and their fluffy puppies
fly over the moon
when I stick out my tongue
and fall on the floor
and pretend to die
and the parents make up and kiss and say:
oh, how this clown
makes our world light up…

but you can all laugh for all I care
for all I know is I’m still alive and hungry:
so - hey Miss, could you spare a dime?
I have tried clown therapy
on myself
and said cute words like:
what me worry?
me no worry…
me clown and
me no drown…
mee…mee...me...mee…
monkey me…
wee...weee…weee...
I’m the clown eternal –
but I’ve a physical body
and I need to eat and
to rest my head at night
and I too need
a blanket against the cold…
hey, sweet friends,
with a smile when you see me,
did you want to feed
a clown?
hey mister,
did you want to buy me lunch?
I know people say:
go get a regular job
well, mister - I trained as a doctor,
I know you’ll laugh cos I’m a joker
but when in my second year
I looked into the throat of a patient
I knew this was not what I was made for
to stick thermometers into patients
and to beg them: Say, ah…
I knew I’d always been a clown –
when that Great Harlequin in Outer Space made me
that Jester made me a Clown
as part of some Divine Comedy Plan;
and I was sure
it was some other disease that
wanted me a doctor;
so really it’s not a doctor that can cure me
for I can only be a Clown
that people laugh at
and discard when they have no use
so, let’s dropp these cosmic matters
and talk about hamburgers
…pssst…did you want to adopt
a clown?
hey mister,
did you want to buy me lunch?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 24 September 2009

part of some Divine Comedy Plan...gives interesting reading...hey, this poem scratches some where inside... will somebody tell RA? 10

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