Big Red Nose

Once again donning my eccentric second face
Drawing an exaggerated smile
Painted-on doesn’t mean fictitious
Embellished doesn’t mean unfelt
Did dressing up always feel this way?
Like I’m some sort of fraud?

I aim to give the people what they want
And I wouldn’t want anything less of
A good time
My fun is in the gift of giving
I find my days rather fulfilling
If I am not to give
What would there be for me to live?
Was my profession always this paradoxical?

It can be hard to feel proper joy
As of late, I feel that I am trying more than simply feeling
Still
I put on a show
It is my life’s purpose
Or is it just the only thing I have to turn to?

I am happy
I love what I do
I love what I do for you
I love that you return my gift of a smile
Everything should feel as simple as this
It should, but it doesn’t

Still
I put on a show