Sunday’s I think the day couldn’t get any better
When I’m right… It’s short lived and the earth swallows
When I’m wrong… I’m right..The rain washes it away
What’s left of today… I find the mud and wallow
I’m drawn to bad luck and events on my days off
The tragic clown, Pagliacci, cried for me in the rain
Running fast, slipping on the sewer and floated
All the fuss helped promote his hurt and pain
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/19
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