Clown Zombies

(written 08/09)


Clown Zombies

People run around frantic
always in a panic
relationships in a mess
makes life so much less
but 'round and 'round
from frown to frown
everybody's an angry
clown ranting loud
while I ask myself
"Can I get lost in the crowd?" --
put my mind up on the shelf
and zombie walk the games of life
so like water off a duck's back
all the strain and pain rife with strife
roll past without my notice?

Can I?
Can I, please?
Just for a little while
can I forget
me
please, please may I
be
a clown zombie too?