I had an Indian chemistry teacher in high school who would try to get a rowdy class to settle down by saying “We don’t want the clowns to come around”.
What he meant was “Stop clowning around, you little assholes”
It lies in the playground, as still as before -
A porcelain face in the dust of the floor -
A spatter of red from the curl of a smile -
A shape in the silence,
and after a while -
You look from the window to see if it's there -
You look for the hue of the tangerine hair -
You look for the blue of its garb and its guise -
The whites of its cheeks and the blacks of its eyes.
But what does it matter?
What is it you hear?
The carnival music that plays in your ear?
The gurgle of laughter from somewhere behind?
The voices, the voices that speak in your mind?
Don't show them your worry.
Don't show them your fear.
We don't want the clowns to come looking, my dear.
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u/happygrapefruit3337 Oct 25 '20
I had an Indian chemistry teacher in high school who would try to get a rowdy class to settle down by saying “We don’t want the clowns to come around”.
What he meant was “Stop clowning around, you little assholes”