The clown can’t talk. He can just act fool or walk In a funny way or even mock. Himself to just make the flock laugh. And when he is in his bathroom, The makeup runs to his bathrobe. While he nurses a big bottle of beer, On his mouth that has been lipstick-smeared.
The clown can’t talk. No one cares if he’s glad or blue. Just there to give them a show. They need to laugh more than he needs to. And when the lights are out. The audience also go out. The clown never talks. He catches his tears with a food box.
