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Clown Funeral

And sometimes

I’ve been careless

Clumsy with enthusiasm

Following stories to their ending

Still refusing to walk under

Ladders even though there are

People gluing themselves

Back together in my wake

And wishing I would

Offer cake at my passing

And sing made up lyrics

To the songs they’d play

But how I know

They thought well of me

Once and in time’s passing

Might not wish me the

Hurt I’ve caused them


By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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