Balloon
Animals
Pale as a January morning,
With wicked crimson smiles
Like a late-night Luciferian Letterman.
I hesitantly guard my soul
As they laugh maniacally around me,
Dancing and jangling with
Sharp, rainbow-colored manes
Bouncing off their shaking shoulders.
I don’t laugh… don’t crack a smile;
I scream and cry in terror,
And when they disappear
In a super-compact clown coupe,
I see my distorted grin in the mirror
And finally understand...
The joke was on me.
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