Argument
I’ve tried to wash off my makeup, but it won’t go away
I’ve thrown my wig into the fire hundreds of times, but it won’t burn
It’s just lying there, refusing to catch fire while the wood is cracking and glowing
I can no longer discern my face in my dreams
All I see is the white mask, the round red nose and the painted smile
I look at the clown
In my dream
He laughs at me and says that he is me
Then he asks me to pull the wig
I do, but it won’t come off
The more I tear the more he laughs
See what I have become, he says, and gives me a sad facial expression
Then he points at his face
Tears are running down his cheeks
I lean forward and start licking them
When I feel that taste I close my eyes
His tears taste like alcohol
Take it easy, he says and pushes me away
If you continue it will
Be impossible to separate us
But he doesn’t stop crying
His tears are just pouring down and
Messing up his makeup
I can’t stop myself. I grab his neck and pull
Him towards me
Once again I start licking his cheeks, greedily
Drinking from him
I lick his face all the way up to his eyes
Inside my head I hear him laughing
There you go, he says, and then he’s gone
I turn around but it’s all dark
You see, he says inside my head
Now we’re one
They found him lying down in a corner
They woke him up and helped him get dressed
Nobody bothered, just part of the daily routine
To get the worn-out clown ass on stage
He fell and mumbled something unchristian
Got up and started doing his thing
Children were laughing, the ringmaster rubbing his hands
Regardless of the state he still was
The funniest man alive
A genius lunatic, charmingly mad and bizarre
For certain he is number one
When he’s not around
They say he’s just a tragic drunken clown
He dropped his curly wig on the wet grass
He leaned against the fence and threw up
He’s breathing was heavy and mentally he was done
Another day at the circus my friends
He heard how they began to approach him
He turned around and straightened his back
He gave them his famous, infectious trademarked smile
Half-hidden under messed up makeup
The funniest man alive
A genius lunatic, charmingly mad and bizarre
For certain he is number one
When he’s not around
They say he’s just a tragic drunken clown
Hey, my little friend, he greeted a kid
But the child took a step back and said to his mom
Mom, I think there’s something wrong with the clown
Yes, there is, now let’s go
Then he fell to the ground
He sat down on the grass, he was tired
His bottle had been smashed in the fall
But that was not why he was crying