Let's All Drink to the death of a clown

No more jingles, no more games

Let us all pay our respects

to the most miserable man who ever lived

He was a sad little man

with a sad little life

a job he hated

constantly at parties,

that felt like funerals

celebrations of decay

a sad little man

with a not so sad wife

she was the star,

radiant, beautiful

and happy

opposites attract, you could say

The clown, sad and short hunched over

to hide his made up face

a smile only painted on

His make up, dried and cracked

beneath the paint, I could see

that he was really screaming

His real smile, only twice I've seen

Once at his wedding,

Once more at his death

That smile was powerful, it lived through the funeral

On that fated day, the death of a clown

I was there, walking to his home

With that smile on his face

and a twinkle in his eye

He left this world, by his own hand

Only his last words stayed with me

Echoing;

"Bite my lip and close my eyes,

take me away to paradise,

I've locked the door to my own keep

and thrown out the key".

So let us all drink to the death of a clown

Whose sorrow and unholy misery have found a new home,

On his wife's face