Bob The Clown

Bob is a middle aged, professional circus clown.

He lives in a tiny apartment, in a shabby part of town.

The type of place, not to be outside  after the sun goes down.

Piss stained walls with broken bottles, used rubbers and needles littered on the ground.

Even though his apartment has indoor plumbing,

The pipes are so ancient, thus the water usually aint running.

Even though his apartment has electricity,

Bob can hardly pay the bills; hence the power’s discounted frequently.

At night Bob finds it hard to sleep, because he is really deep in debt,

So he drinks whisky until his thoughts and worries are suppressed,

And the liquor takes its toll on him and he loses consciousness.

Then deep in his sleep he dreams he leads a life full of success.

Like old Mother Hubbard, his fridge and cupboard are so bare

That the roaches and rats, in his apartment, moved elsewhere.

He’s only really happy when he performs and the crowd laughs and cheers

And his boss awards him with a free meal and free beers.

You see Bob fucked up his life; cuz he never paid much attention while at school

He was too busy making his mates laugh and being cool

So please my dear little children, be good and work hard in school

Or our friend Bob the Clown could one day be you.

el diego 2011