out of work

my friend, jimmy,
the circus
clown,
is out of work.
he looks sad in his yellow
silky overalls,
his fat red nose
and white make up
with exaggerated lips
and eyes.
he sips his coffee,
stares out at the highway
and sighs.
i'm done he says. where
can I find another
job
looking like this,
pretending that everything
is okay, trying
desperately to make
people happy?
no where, I tell him.
no where.
politics?