Clowning

Hello Circus, Imma Clown, ready to be made a frown;
throw in the towel, saw the shotgun - the snot is thicker
than stains on the sun. Air waves bursting, laughter stilled;
distilling voices on the grill. Porch is burning, stung after eight;
free-stallers loosing weight. Hight is closing, glossy width;
wrists are muddy, soggy hilt - on full tilt the headnods fly;
duely sold are all the sighs. Sightseeing frights and lullabies;
when bias sullen, thus world subsides. Obnoxious concoctions
siphoning toxins; the pedestal pestering pedestrians reckoning;
all but a hangman, a joke, but a noose - the tatttertale emboldened
and gilded the goose. Innuendo nintendo, brimstone and fire;
bristling the blisters of solemn desire; admire the convent, who
still shook no faith - while bullshit is sparring, some seldom go scathed.
Faking wounds rotten, to appear somewhat gent; tropes anguish Bentley's
to lavish the rend. Pretending to care on goody two shoes; walk a few miles,
as anything rows. The cows are more pleasant, and donkey heads crossed;
the peasants decency possumly framed, more of a scarecrow than the devil if tamed!
Lost in the blues, some jaws dropped the beat; empty the seatbelts and salty defeats;
Mary Janes turning baes into hoes, converting is costly - the winners shall loose!
Grimm me some tales and gibber me tatters - silver is platered and gold idle chatter;
gather around the loophole and writhe, wriggle your incentives and possessed tonged gifts!
I got more to slay than sayers could soothe, foresee the shadow what limps for the posse;
mobsters are staunchy: "Abide by the raw; all-wells end tells, fold the hands, what could quell!"
The sewers are open, ripened,  so sassy; to witness the outgoing of mainsteam classics;
outrage is pouring and packstage is cramped - creampies like slapstick are in the face...
Grumpy old men go sit on the grave - "The youth, but all dead, lets raise a conclave!"
Glaiving the staves til spikes shall loose tooth; rotten the shores, underscored, bruh...
Obituaries rave and stalk for a favor; colors are hitch-hiking, loosing all flavor;
fervor, who serves who, what is the tremor? What gives the audience captivity may sure!