The Disco Clown: A Poem
They called him the Disco Clown
he wore an upside down frown
you might call it a smile
but if you walked a mile
in his shoes
you'd make the news
as the killer in the clown suit
If you see him, then scoot
for he'll slash your throat
while invoking a goat
the dreaded Baphomet
a demon's pet
half-goat and half-man
a transgendered ram
half-male half-female
goat's horns and tail
and he's worshipped by the Disco Clown
who hums disco tunes all over town
while dispatching human souls to the Underground.
-A horror poem
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 26th
2015.
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