In the game of grand politics, as we all know,
Changing the clown will not change the show.
The circus thrives, unchanged in its plight,
With painted smiles in the limelight.

You reap what you sow, as we all know,
Those who sow weeds, will not harvest milo;
Yet clowns will tell us that we all should know,
That something from nothing somehow will grow.

A charade of clowns will not turn a clownade,
To a gathering of great minds in eternal parade.
A clown is a clown in clowning clownade,
The clown is clowning, leading a clowns’ brigade.

               Paul Pinkhasik, July 24, 2024

               Illustration from the internet