When the comedian is sad, who becomes the clown?

I still get excited at new
things, sleep late for better review.

Though the sun may travel far
Surely, he’d find his way back
To give light to those who lack.

A clown remains a clown even on
days when the tears pour with no remorse
Their words they twist and use like a pawn
Slave masters, they pursue with a force.

When the mood swings, and the ribs do not crack
Take a day off and find your place on track
On gold platter, we all often get served
We all feel the need to be shown love too
Sell, serve, secure and the soul, please renew.

Victor Oyedele