The switch is flipped so quick sometimes
Between laughter and despair
The gallows ring with humor just as often
As with the snap of ropes
Necks cracking like jokes

Two types of tears flow freely
With the news of a funeral’s delay
When the host quips that the guest of honor
Is late colloquially, and because traffic was bad
Coming from the coroner’s place

Perhaps that’s why so often clowns
Have painted tears upon the face