The Class Clown

(In Memory of Robin Williams)

Spent some time in the corner
with my dunce hat, contemplating
all my foolish behavior as of late

Face to face with my sadness
and everything else that
I supress, lying dormant
in this corner as a ball of lint
(but much heavier than that)

Staring with my blank eyes
glossed apathy to everything
which should make me feel high
and alive because I'm much too busy
asking why
(so fucking stubborn)

Been like this since Monday
I believe, lost track of time
because who really cares? A pointless
invention which defines our lives
and this is why the sadness sets in
because I know I've spent a great
deal of it in a corner like this
with my back against the kids
that play tag at recess
unaware of me as I sit
darkly in this corner, contemplating
my foolish behavior which makes them
laugh and chuckle while I frown
all pale and blue, trying to make sense
of myself as something more
than just a daily punch line joke