Who am I?

From lunacy and pandemonium, arose an attire of delirium. The man behind the suit can be your best chum or a repulsive scum. He wore a maniacal grin, from the ruffles of his linen comes a trick, another gimmick. You could gape in awe, applaud or guffaw. Or roll your eyes but he never failsContinue reading “Who am I?”