Clown in an orange jumpsuit - Dustin Vado

Clown in an orange jumpsuit
flees the scene in a Ferrari,
snacks on a hard boiled bald eagle egg,
wipes his ass with an American flag,
and gets the medal of Honor for crashing
the party.

A commendable act of courage,
no robbery has ever stunk so high with evidence.
A hit sitcom starring the bourgeois,
freaking masses to buy
anything that fell off the back of a truck
on to byways rife with semen
watched by big titted billboards
mounted on fried chicken.

The jester in the sleeping king's court,
his nose a receptacle for salt reserved for fresh earth,
fuming beneath weasel hair covering an empty vessel,
tiny hands clutching a miniscule pecker nested in exception,
his incinerator eyes scan for the straight faced.

Nobody gets the joke but everyone laughs,
he stares down the world and dances.