Ugh, mimes The perfect metaphor, aren’t they? Pushing against invisible things Conjuring obstacles for themselves out of thin air Trying to fit into made-up boxes And heaving against entirely imaginary restrictions Desperate for our attention And, they hope, our approval Reminding us That even though it’s all in their head The struggle is real And plain for all to see
Oh no, clowns Slipping and tripping and falling and hurting To coax a laugh out of us Giving out schadenfreude permits Guilt not included Letting us laugh at misery That might otherwise leave us in tears
Or maybe I’m just overthinking it And now I’ve said it out loud I feel like I’m left with egg on my face But, with a bit of luck It’ll just be meringue