The Clown

Upon your face there is no frown
And your nose, so ripe and round
Tells me you are a clown
Never have I been so scared
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to meet my fate
For my life, to you, is like a fly and spider
Your reputation vastly preceeds you
So trying to stand is nothing new
Even when pushed to sit
I have accepted what I have in this life
So let me see your chaos and strife
Now is the time for your bug finale
You are but an owl and mouse
Or a fire in a house
To live and thrive you must destroy another
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
When I am pinned and wriggling against the wall
You arrive and make me shutter
Mighty prints are in your wake
I don't know if they are fake
But your presence is evinent
I see the drips of paint
For I know your not a saint
You're but a demon before me
The memories of our former past
This meeting will be our last
Since we know you're renowned
You big, happy, smiling clown.