Drunken Green And Yellow Clown
One slip up on the mic
And now your a clown
A target for mockery and a face bright with shame
Your career is a trap
Every word criticized with the utmost ignorance
waiting to be ended in a wrap
Comedians running and smacking their lips
To deliver a punchline or two to feed the audience's eager esteem
Standing on a all or nothing fast paced locomotion
You never know when you will hit a wall
That neither shows nor wants to display its' stop sign