‘Tis a funny thing this life
full of trouble and strife
But we move on heads down
ruled by the Mad Clown
He smiles the wicked smile
the damned we are by a mile
He rubs his hands in glory and malice
putty in his hands, drinks from his chalice
He glories in power and corruption
the journalists a minor interruption
For he controls all he sees
and only charges a small fee
Oh the life of a leader is no small thing
look at all the joy that he brings
He does all the hard work whilst you slave
as he sits upon his throne, we behave
For the punishment is swift and severe
more than a clip around the ear
We are but pawns in a larger game
checkmate to him, always the same
For the Mad Clown knows how to control
us little fishes in a bowl
The Mad Clown feeds off our pride
as we swim against an ever-growing tide
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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