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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
part of some Divine Comedy Plan...gives interesting reading...hey, this poem scratches some where inside... will somebody tell RA? 10