Clowncore

Red and orange plastic

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                                                   sideways

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above roaring lions and top hates

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                  Children cheer at the crescent smile

painted on my face.

I run around in silly circles while

rubber hammers hit me and hoses

soak me.

But I am not the only one who

Travels the world for a few pennies and a façade.