I am God’s clown, without renown.
When will hate go out the door, when will I take the floor?
Is my stuff only good when free,
what about poor penniless me?
God knows I don’t want much, only joy for all.
Like God, nobody knows I’m here at all.
Is it my fate to be ignored?
I hope at least I have not bored.
Don’t worry about me, at all, at all.
I sing the word, the word is all.
20th February, 2017