Mr Toppsy

The rain dripping down my head and face
My extra-large shoes splashing in every puddle
I say hello to a small child holding hands with his mother
He starts to cry
Streams of fear tears running down from each eye
Rain pouring I continue on my way
I stop to look at a shop window display
I notice a sad depressed clown 
Then I noticed him looking back at me
In desperation depression and sorrow
Suddenly I realise that I have seen him many times before
It is looking shabby soken wet and horrible
It's my reflection O my God
Dishevelled and scruffy
A passer-by throws down 50p to me
Maybe I should stay here in hope more people give me money
I tell myself it's not begging for its charity
As a child's party clown, none of my magic works any more
Balloons burst while children cry
The children's parents asked me to leave
I use to be fully booked up for months
But since a rival new clown has moved into my area
someone? has been spreading venomous rumours
I can't compete with a younger clown
Who understands who SpongeBob and other childs cartoons are
It seems like its time to give up
Time to take off my oversized shoes my red  nose 
Clean off the face paint and hang up my wig
Since standing outside the shop window
Out of three passing cars windows, 
Come shouts of a "big mac Ronald McDonald"
What else can I do
Gone are the days at children's birthday parties
When at the top of there voices they would shout "Mr Toppsy" its time for you
Warn out useless clowns hit the booze
So its two bottles of vodka is what I will use
Now Mr Toppsy is put away
Its a bottle of vodka to start every day

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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