I started laughing
My cheeks started to burn
As I stared open eyed
At the red nosed clowns
inflating the balloons of the mundane.
But now my gut hurts
I guess Sartre wasn’t such a pussy
after all
Paralyzed by jokes
Every word I read
is just a better way to fall.
The crowd screams from below
“Join us up here young one”
I cry at night
I rain definitions they wipe off
like blood.
i gotta ask: why would sartre be a pussy? or…what do you mean by pussy anyways? i find it to be one of the weirder derogatory terms in the world. i know gamer prefers cunt, but is there a difference at work here?
'I stared open eyed
At the red nosed clowns
inflating the balloons of the mundane. ’
The image is comic, surreal - a sly contradiction…
Alex,
It’s just a crude way of saying I feel the nausea too… but the crudeness was deliberate.
Colin,
Heh, originally I was going to say something about clowns and data entry… but I lost the line while trying to get it down. 
If you prefaced “I started laughing” with “Staring at the scars I had earned,” you might achieve more of a reference point. Of course my suggestion sucks becease it does not come from you, and this is your poem of course so you should probably tell me to fuck off or something equivalent. It’s really up to you. Nevermind, It’s time to feed Bessy my cow, because it’s 6:00 am.