With a clown on the stage there are tears and jeers,
Screams and cries, shouts and cheers,
Audiences bawl and holler then leave,
But backstage, new stress is retrieved,
Critics and strangers alike stop to shout,
Voicing their minds and letting it out,
Forcing views down the tired clowns throat,
The clown could take their cries on the stage,
But in the streets this abuse causes age,
Tired sunken eyes in the wrinkled clown face,
Retreating further to the old mountain place,
A knife against skin, a barrel in the mouth,
An alert calming silence before he bled it all out