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White Face and Grease Paint

Playing the clown
And hiding behind the pain
He steps before us
Holding the wound together
With stitches of white face and grease paint

One step away
From the flood gates of gushing malignance
Ready to erupt
Like Mount St. Helena
Spewing forth the guts within

A vice squeezing the soul
So love is held in
The heart a tight fist
Emotions playing flip flop
Laughter hides all

He paints his face sad
And we laugh at him
Not able to do different
For if we could see
It would remind us of what lies within

Painted smiles
In the big top
Walking the tight rope
As we look up
Where the balance is a matter of life and death

As I leave the tent
Having laughed at his expense
I can’t wait to get home
To wash off
My white face and grease paint

White Face and Grease Paint

Duckydaddles

Bronxville, United States

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