Clown
What a card you are,
Orange on azure -
Phenomenal fluorescent beam you enthrall
As an anecdote to the banal; in coral
You delight us!
Excited by the cartoon theatrics
We forget ourselves, because of you
We breathe through plastic tubes
Convinced we cannot drown.
But what of you, clown?
Does the clown delight in himself –
A scaly globe of orange endearment?
Or does he swim with frantic gulps
To not be overcome amidst the coral?
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