On a nebulous evening at the corner of town
The vacated carnival begins to close down
And as the jaded workers wander out wearing frowns
The top of the Ferris wheel reveals a clown.

He teeters on the seat with sleazy eyes
Flashing a red smirk as he turns his head to the sky
Twists his caricatured face as he murmurs “goodbye,
Fair-you-well, cruel world, tonight I shall die.”

In his colorful suit and huge mottled shoes
He throws his bulky legs over the edge, into the view
They dangle haphazardly over the carnival blue
The icy laughter replaying in his mind like a queue.

He looks down at the world which bore him such dread
A state of angst past any tears he could shed
Off the seat he slipped, and into his death
They’d find him the next day, in a pool of red.