A Sonnet for Art the Clown

I unfortunately met Art the Clown

At a local pizza shop nearby

He sawed my friend’s body upside down

That medieval torture shit made me cry

His disgusting black teeth give me nightmares

His sketchy bag is full of god knows what

The way he sits silent when he stares

You know he’s about to fuck shit up

I never understood the fear of clowns

Their very purpose is to spread joy

But I understand why Art causes frowns

That mother fucker is here to destroy

So if you see Art lurking on the street

Rest assured its your maker you will meet



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