Reflections of a Pissed Off Killown

Reflections of a Pissed Off Killown

"Asshole," is what junior murmured under his breath

All because I wouldn't make the little snot another balloon poodle
Here's the Crayolas, there's the corner
Be a good boy and just go doodle
 
Doesn't junior know the hole is what I'll put in his mother's ass at one time or another
Cause  if I fucked her straight up
I might get idiots kids like him and his shit little brother

It's the same routine, gig after gig
With the same fuckin' painted on smile

Say something funny
Juggle some knives
Take a picture with a child

Same routine of Vicodin,
Valium and Viagra for all these shitty people to get past their shitty lies
I see right past their facade with these painted Bozo eyes  

I can smell the rancor of suburban bliss on some of them even with my big rubber nose
The skin of lepers disguised in preposterous designer clothes
They wear it like armor to tell their friends from their foes

I can tell the blonde milf there with the paid for jugs is married to a lawyer or some broker schmuck
Now she's tired of the same 15 year choreographed seven minute fuck

I give her the naughty clown wink and nod towards my size 24 boats

Know what they say about a man and his shoes
No more singing, The Unsatisfied Housewife Blues  

But here boys and girls is where the real party begins
The jack-in-the-box in this sin of sins

See, she gets to ride this Mad Hatter as part of some twisted fantasy fuck
While hubby is bound and gagged in my rainbow painted truck

I give the poor esquire a chance to make me laugh
I ask, "Who's your favorite clown,
the one with the biggest gaff?!"

When his trembling lips sputter a name
I take scalpel and razors to face
to make him one and the same

I've done five Bozos, three Ronalds
And a Homey to boot
Two Krustys, a Clarabell,
And a  Charlie Chalk for some British snoot

With each laughing face carved to bloody perfection
I feel the rise of yet another clowned size erection
But this time I'll do his mistress with my new found resurrection

A simple slit of his throat is then all that is required
Ungrateful bastard didn't say I was his favorite
which was all that I desired

I dispose of the body with the same ease in which I toot-toot my horn
This one'll be buried at the cemetery in Fairlawn

It's not a hard dig, just three feet or so
The sod already softened from the previous show
I bury them on top of someone just laid to rest
Face down, this way the lawyer does what he does best

Fuck the world with worms in his chest

Toot-fuckin-toot

Presented in the TAINT BENEATH THE PAINT (scary clowns) challenge hosted by HadesRising; received acknowledgment as runner-up.