In every town the carnival stops It always goes the same They all point and laugh at him That is why they came. They don't laugh at the sideshow freaks, The ride operators, or the mouse eating geeks. Why can't they appreciate his geat acting skills, His fine balloon animals, his prattfalls and spills. No one cares how he feels, his ups and his downs Why must they laugh, just 'cause he's a clown. Enough is enough, tonight is the night He'll stop all the laughter, he'll show them the light. A pull of a cord, a cough, and a sputter A two cycle engine roars with a shudder Then a chain blade whirrs through the air, Through flesh, and bone, and even some hair. Then the roar of the chainsaw drops to a hum And he wipes the blood from his brow An evil smile spreads across his face And yells "Look who's laughing now". Poser 7 w/postwork in Paint Shop Pro 9. Chainsaw by Barcode. Created in about 7-8 hours. Inspiration was what may really hide behind a clown's make up. (My apologies to all the honest, hardworking, non-evil clowns in the world.) Thank you for looking.