Might get mad… But never too down.
I find relief
In the seeping streams
Of Laffin’ Gas
That pass
Through the gaps
In-between
The crooked teeth
Of The Crying Clown.
I crack up
In the aftermath
Of calamity.
Because when the
Joke, the Coast,
And the Smoke
Are all clear…
All that’s left is
Laffin’ Gas…
And an honest smile,
From ear-to-ear.
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