A wet trail on his snowy face
But it dont matter hes a freak
This is no time for this or place
But hey nobody cares, laughing
At his desperate not funny jokes
He just wants that smoke to puff on
Hands shaking tongue dry , but hes broke
Cant pay for malboro no more
Life beat him down and made him quit
And he gives in, falls on the floor
They think its yet another trick
The tears of a clown are worthless
Unnoticed, they are stepped on, crushed.
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