Tears of a poetic clown - IL. Subliminal  5/21/12

Now I have holes inside my soul,
That are only filled from clapping

So I came to the open mic show,
To hear some poetry, singing or rapping.
Somebody on stage is wasting cliché spit.
Bragging about how good their sex is and shit

And I’m depressed again.
This person up here advertising.
I’ve fuckin’ heard this before.
Don’t wanna hear it no more…

Now there’s nothing more entertaining than
A man who wants people to understand
The tears of a poetic clown,
Which is really just a frown,
Cuz we’re stereotypically always down
Whether or not anyone is around

Now if there’s a frown on my face
I’m tryna keep it real in public
But why I’m actin’ a fool on stage
For applause is a different subject
Please don’t let my sad expression
Take away from this song’s impression

I’m really mad,
at the world that I have
I’ve gone to my pad (and my pen)
To complain and feel bad (again)

Now there’s nothing more entertaining than
A man who wants people to understand
The tears of a poetic clown,
Which is really just a frown,
Cuz we’re always down
Whether or not anyone is around

Just like Taylor Mali did
Bein’ all satirical and facetious. 
While tryna to sound smart in public,
But in real life, all I do is dumb shit.

Tears of a poetic clown
Whether or not anyone is around,
I have holes inside my soul, 
That are only filled from clapping.

Please don’t let my sad expression
Give you the wrong impression

Oh yeah baby…