I was walking on the ground. I didn’t make a sound, then I turned around, and I saw a clown. Had a frown. Stood on a mound. Started barking like a hound.
huh her ha hur ur Clowny clown clown.
When I came to what I found, he showed me something that was brown, so we became great friends and late in life, he got sick… I gave him some soup, but he got worse and asked for its purse. It got it, but it was empty, so it cried a plenty. I wondered what to do. I didn’t know what to think, so I got a drink.
And then I showed it something that was round, and it died, smiled, and fell on the ground.
Clowny clown clown
Thinking back about those days with the clown, I get teary-eyed and really snide. I think that deep down, I hated that clown, but not as much as Mr. Farr, I’m going to go smoke a cigar.
Clowny clown clown.
I was walking on the ground, I didn’t make a sound and then I turned around — I saw a clown.
Clown. Clowny Clown Clown.
HAHA! I hate you clown. Your ugly frown. Smiley lips. Think I’ll clip you across the nose, clown. Haha. Want a cigar? It’ll get you far haha like Mr.Farr..get it? Haha Mr.Farr?
I learned to be me through people who don't actually exist.
