Chapter 1
"Happiness is a small-town party clown"
Doped up on Mollie and Crown Apple.
Too late for him to be as good as Nate Bargatze’s Dad,
This clown is a father,
Who’s own children
Are alcoholics
And bitches.
“Happiness is a clown from a big city”
Hopping up and down on the broken glass
With his Big Mac boots,
Ripping through their b-day wrappings
And holiday ribbon scraps.
Happiness is a dead clown.
Too stunned to speak,
jacked up on cocaine
And Claritin, the
Pale-faced bitch
Sneezes off his burgundy nose,
And watches the other children
through the slit in the door.
Yes indeed, your happiness is a clown.
