Good Riddance

And the clown treated us well

Like we were prizes

Like we were premium

And the clown paraded us around

So glad to know us

So damned proud of us

And the clown would feed us his food

Cooked like a gourmet

Cooked with affection

And the clown gave us a good home

It was a shelter

It was asylum

And the clown had something go wrong

A mental shut down

A synaptic revolt

And the clown had no idea why

Where were his ethics

Where were his manners

And the clown became a jag off

Full of mad hatred

Full of repugnance

And the clown took back what he had given

Destroyed our trusting

Destroyed his own life

And the clown drew into himself

Stopped interacting

Stopped even living

And now the clown is gone from our lives

Good riddance