HIGH TIMES IN CLOWNTOWN
They once talked of tearing down,
That misguided laugh-joint, Clowntown.
But they caved in for power,
And the pressure from the Ivory Tower.
They once thought of razing to the ground,
That hideous philosophy of Clowntown.
But then Richie, Jerry and Jimmy came to play,
So they let it stand another day.
They whispered once of letting loose the hound,
To tear out the throat of decrepit Clowntown.
But Ronnie and Georgie promised a change,
They had depth to their acting, a lot of range.
They once swore that the answer they found,
Was not in the swirling mess that is Clowntown.
But they changed their tone when the Rodwoman came,
And country boy Billie who was always lame.
The Land of the Free became the home of the mooch.
The Land of the Eagle a malformed, sick pooch:
A circus dog trained to jump through hoops.
Big top madness served with stale Fruit Loops.
"Only those imprisoned are truly free!"
Declares the Ringmaster of Clowntown so solemnly.
Clowntown. a.k.a. Washington, DC. |
