I don't vote because
I feel it won't matter
whose in office the day
the world is burned to death.
I'm just thankful for the extra cash
I have to purchase this
delightful little trinket-
a little music box with clowns
painted on the outside;
sweet, non-pyschotic clowns,
pastel colored whose only goal
it is to make you feel
a tingling of joy
in a world that's going to burn.
You crank the little handle to the tune of
'pop goes the weasel' then the children
begin singing into a morbid echo before...
out pops Pennywise, knife in hand,
saber teeth in mouth screaming something
but you don't care to listen at this point.
I purchase Pennywise and lay him
at the doorstep of my childhood friend Albert.
Albert was smart but ran across some bad luck
with women and money
(I guess it's not good or bad luck
unless its dealing with women or money)
and landed in the crystal meth game back home.
I admit it was risky-
I hadn't spoken to to Albert in months
and he could have been on his
fifth straight day of no food or sleep
and an ambushing killer clown
might be more than he could bear.
I set the box down and waited an hour.
He found the box and began turned the wheel
without any real guard-
hidden behind the tree I heard the simple tune
then the children
the awful clown-
Through the bushes I see
Albert slinging the box into the air-
Albert empties his 38
into the box and wounds
one of his father's cows-
I stand still as the deer
behind the black oak
and, to my amazement,
I still find this all very, very funny,
bellowing cow and all.
The police arrive ten minutes later
and leave Albert a fine for
reckless discharge of a firearm and though
they'd like to search the trailor,
they haven't a search warrant.
I leave without a confession
rather leave an envelope
with cash sufficient to cover
and a note which reads:
"hyuk! hyuk! HYYUUUUUUKK!!
THE CLOWN LIVES!!!!"
The danger of spare time and money;
So thankful I can afford
quality chuckles in this economy-
run by republicans or democrats.
Jackson, MS - 10/22/09