Tuesday, September 6, 2016

The Tears of a Clown

The creepy clown

(which is frequently

but to be fair
not always
a redundant term)

dressed in white overalls
white gloves

and red shoes

with the characteristic curly hair
and painted face

previously spotted in South Carolina
using candy as bait
to attempt to lure kids
into the woods

has arrived in the city of Winston-Salem
in this poet's home state
of North Carolina.

And since the only thing
that can stop a clown

is another clown

Donald Trump knows
what he needs to do.

This poem © 2016 Emily Cooper.