at the bar tonight
face covered in
bright reds and blues
a false smile painted
across pouting lips
he dances around
in shoes three
sizes too big
his drunken feet
trip over long laces
breaking glass and
spilling drinks in
the laps of floozies
wearing cheap dresses
and heavy makeup.
The crowd begins
to boo and the
drunken clown soaked
in beer and bleeding
from broken glass
begins to cry
one single tear
that slides through
the paint like a
knife through butter.
The one tear
becomes three and
three becomes six
until the grief
has washed away
the painted mask
and the crowd gasps
at the realization that
under the red and blue
is a little boy in
daddy’s shoes and
mamma’s dress
just trying to grow up.
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