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There was a rodeo clown named Bill.
Who tried to push a rock up a hill
Day after day he pushed it up that slope.
Chasing a dream built on hope.
Day after day he pushed it up that slope.
Chasing a dream built on hope.
Decades went by without remorse.
Bill stayed the course.
He really didn't mind.
Because he expected to be paid in kind.
Everybody thought Bill was crazy.
He felt to give up would be lazy.
Each day he'd put on his makeup.
Hoping one day only to wakeup.
Bill did the only thing he knew how to do.
He kept faith with his dream believing it was true.
If Bill had just stayed in his barrel
He'd never have seen the peril.
The title is Rodeo Clown n his name is Bill but I call him Joe.
Only people that really know me will get that one.
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The fact remains
Every day we wake up n put on our makeup
Then Face each new day with renewed hope
Very seldom does that day see reward
Usually we lose ground
But we don't give up
Where does optimism come from
Do we believe because hope is all we have
Or is belief in eventual victory that strong
Choice rarely enters into it
Our fate is set
The groove to deep
I Love Rodeo Clown.
If you're a normal human being you at different times feel that you are the rodeo clown in other peoples show/adventure/rodeo/circus.
you pick.
This post through rodeo clown shows our frustration at where we find ourselves battling those that seem to control us.
Our response n how we deal with it, all the while hoping for salvation through our own efforts from the fate we seem to find ourselves.
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| from The Muck Bucket n RB EQUESTRIAN |
Reasons are usually excuses assigned to the unnamable.
I've found that when I'm angry I just grab whatever's handy.
Truth is, it's always deeper.
When I realized that truth is when I stopped screaming.
Not allowed to scream.
Not allowed to cry.
Causes to much pain.
So you become a rodeo clown.
A painted on smile, to show the world.
How ya doin buddy?
Doin great, just great.
People ask, but I guarantee you nobody really want to know.
N why should they, they've got there own shit.
We care but really do we have to care that much
Can we please just move on.
Not a big brain day.
Yesterday I wouldna written a letter to a skunk.
It's gonna be another bad hair day.
Hey what's the damn point of having angst or being tormented if you don't share.
Had some good news
Shoulda been over the moon
It's a pretty deep hole
I'm still climbing
So I paint up n get to pushing
Fate is earned not given
There are no sick days at the Asylum.
Just pudding.
When my brain falters.
I have to work in bites not meals.
Pain is evidence you're still alive.
Crazy requires proof.
I'd like to say a prayer for CAKE.
This ones for my friends in the Ukraine.
After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.
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