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 fails to entice.
Is he being plain hysterical? Is he satirical of a you, of a me, of society? his parody of our conformity?
A jingle and a twinkle, a juggle he bungles, you thought he’d miss so he chuckles..
Klunni ol’ phoney, that bouncing rascal!
He hypnotises my santiy to a prismatic carnival.
Is he the very disguise of the devil?
The man behind the clown is a man I will never know. The man who is me will I ever know?
When the mask wears off, when the laughter is unheard of,
Does he ask himself the same question as I?
Who am I?
Triggers: I put a spell on you by Jay Hawkins ❤