Challenge
Why so serious?
Clown Prince
His smile is a weapon,
Razor edges and mauling teeth,
Opened to the sky in boisterous laughter.
Body racking,
Hands curling.
The mirth lives past ovation,
Detours through gleeful mockery,
Alights at an unnerving, unvoiced threat that,
The clown's chaos is already in the air.
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