I AM A CLOWN

so i go out socially for the first time in a long time...
real good night, i got drunk, made out a little and
did some dancing... outside after
the final MGMT/TROUBLE/COLD PLAY mash
i realize how much i hate standing around outside
the bar like there gonna let us back in for an encore
while cologne/b.o try to pick up every last piccasso
with there face drippin off them like raw denim in
the rain....soooo obviously i mean come on u know i'm
gonna start cherpin at anything really, it's not even
about u... IT'S ABOUT ME at the end of the day it's
all about ME... so i guess i start singing and dancing
maybe even a bit a poking with some imaginary sticks
and some RANDOM who looks like he just finished a set
at the backpackers inn says to me " yo man, what are u
a fucking clown"............ok........ok could be a complement...
but no not the good kinda clown that smokes cigarettes
and is just oddly good with kids but the annoying one
that won't leave u alone when your walking down the
street.......did i LOoooooooooooooooooooooSE IT...nope
i knew he was MAD cause his lady was givin me eyes ;]
till next time Man Danger|>