Happiness is a Small-Town Party Clown

"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.