Ronald McDonald’s updated look 2014 from slate.com
The context and content of the third poem, some people might find disturbing.
Theses were composed for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt: Judy Collins; Send in the Clowns
misread you were shy seducer
when I climb upon your bed
you are not alone
I need distraction
jugglers, tightrope walkers, acrobats
cirque de soliel in my living room
but not clowns, never clowns
“evil, I tells ya,” Grandpa says
and he should know
travelled in the circus he did
or so his story goes
Ronald McDonald, Rapist
Ronald MacDonald would protect you
sweaty in your disgust and lust for me
that I’d never see beneath that wig and nose
greasepaint you smeared across my breasts
down my belly
arms pinned, your groaning heaving weight upon me
I memorized your tats – rise up Chinese lettering over left nipple
thrust down: three symbols on your neck
your praises down your arms
you tried to demean me, whore me, grind me into the ground
but I got your tats memorized; you better go burning them, slashing them, get high-paid surgery.
because they’re going catch you up .
I got a shotgun now you know – I’d gladly blast ‘em off for you.