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"IRT" and "NBC": This Fuckin' Guy Hears Some Mariachi Music and Sees a Fucking Clown--Or Does He?

IRT
On the IRT express going downtown this morning,
A motherfucking Mariachi trio sang Besame Mucho
And I noticed that I wasn't fucking pissed off at all.

They were right fucking next to me
And really fucking loud
But they sounded great.
Or maybe I was just in a good fucking mood.

Anyway, I gave them a fucking dollar, because,
Why the fuck not?
Then, when I changed for the local at Chambers,
There's this fucking clown,
An actual clown,
With a fucking red clown nose, and a big fucking bag full of clown shit.
So, I was like, fuck me, I've got write this shit down right now.
And I pulled out my motherfucking phone
And wrote it down before we got to South Ferry.
Fuck yes.
5/21/2015

NBC
Then, on the way to the fucking office,
I pass the fucking Walgreens,
And there's a poster for "Red Nose Day,"
Some fucking thing that NBC is sponsoring,
And I look at the date and it's fucking today.

So I'm like,
Maybe that fucking clown on the 1 train n
Wasn't a fucking clown at all.

Which is funny,
(Do you know that one?  Two cannibals are eating a fucking clown
And one of them says,
"Does this fucking clown
Taste funny to you?"),
It's funny because I was going to say,
In the last fucking poem,
That the clown looked funny:
Not like clown-funny,
But like not-a-clown-funny,
Like, fucking peculiar.

Like, he looked kind of sad,
Not sad clown-sad,
But like, just fucking sad, or fucking resigned, or some shit.
Like, maybe he works for NBC,
And today, his fucking job
Is to wear a red fucking nose
And do some fucking clown shit.
Which all of this fucking goes to show
You can't judge a clown by his motherfucking nose.
Maybe those fucking Mariachis
Weren't fucking Mariachis either.
Who the fuck knows?
5/21/2015

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