Clowns At The End
The clowns are here,
Playing in the nuclear winter,
Cracking jokes to corpses,
Juggling in acid rain,
Rotting balloon animal.
Waltzing in a firestorm,
Bowing to inaudible applause,
Giggling as the meteors descend,
Cannibal candyfloss.
We are the clowns at the end,
The only ones left.
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