sarcastic clown

Live fast, die young
Become the past
Soon after it’s begun
I didn't do it to be tragic
Shit just call me hopelessly romantic
Was I drawn to this path
Solely because governments banned it?
Maybe it runs in the family
I’ll never finger it cleanly
I could blame it on the genes
But I’m subconsciously worshiping
A faded image of James Dean  
Halfway through an unfiltered cigarette
Wearing red jeans
Under a blue lamp
I watched him from the street
The concrete seemed damp
Stiffening about my bare feet

He beckoned me but I was fixed in place
Vexing him was my final disgrace
He turned to walk away  
So I strained
And strained
Knowing it was hopeless
But not knowing
What else to do
As he slowly walked away
My legs remained glued  
Until I realized physical restrictions
Were a rouse
Now I’m the unemotional hulk
Smoking weed, calming the fear within me  
But it cost me, even if I buy it in bulk
Now my skin is green with envy
So I pry my feet from the street
To catch Jimmy before I lose him
I try to shuffle quickly
In my concrete shoes
But I trip and play a one sided game of
Sink or swim and guess what
This time I lose  
Because you can’t live truthfully
Trapped inside a rosy rouse
Please
Laugh at      
This sarcastic clown
As he
Sadistically drowns
Eased into to his typecast
Please laugh
Wearing naught but your vindictive frown
As a sort of, constantly contradictive crown