Joker he was called

grease paint

a clown  with bright red lips

Diamond  shaped blue eyes

he dips

he who laughs

laughs  longest


who cries

And  quite savagely

there are few   who will listen

even fewer will care

a broken soul

who few will share

from a broken home

lost alas

and left to roam


the violent streets and alleys


who can hear

this white mouse moan

beaten up he All alone

To lower levels where he might

draw some money to

feel the plight

and to buy some warmer clothes at night.







About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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