Clown-faced

Can't you feel proud
Of your latest victory
Your newest add to the shiny collection

Can't you be happy
For being so poweful
So smart you did it without detection

YOur fanciful dreams
Now coming all true
Feel proud as you will
Have it your way, your mortal intention

Be as boastful
As a happily fired
Shotgun
There's no more need
For a meaningless correction

Now you smile happily
Upon your arrival
Your flowers, their bloody odors
Turn pale white upon their rejection

Clown-faces smiling
Watery eyes staring
And your freeing mission
Accomplished
With absolute perfection.