I was with a friend
The other day and as
We walked down Market
Street I thought I’d
Seen the circus
6 or 7 people stood
Around and they appeared
To be wearing clown
Suits
Are those guys with
The circus? I asked
Are you crazy? My friend
Replied, those are the
Fare inspectors, they
Inspect the buses for
Fare cheats
Fair inspectors? I asked
Fare inspectors, my friend
Answered
And I continued watching
Those fare inspectors
Whose clown suits were
Some sort of skin
Made of high quality
(or semi-high quality)
synthetics that, judging by
the ill-fitted appearance on
the human (or semi-human)
bodies they clung to, appeared
to be of the one-size-fits-all-variety
And with the
Authority of the clowns
They boarded the bus
And with clown authority
Pulled a few people aside
And wrote them tickets
On clown pad and paper
Taking their sweet
Clown time as
They did it
and the passengers
look on in silence, as
if they were being reprimanded
in some kind of clown classroom
If you really want
To fuck something
Up
As the song says
Send in the clowns
© 2014 Tony Robles