Borders - Nearr

An aged faded clown

Sat down at the table

He cast a glance down

His faded clown’s stable

Best tie and best makeup

No need in a shake-up

Who cares about borders

When there is no order?

One hippy-ass tea and

A spoonful of world peace

His spaceship has landed

Straight from nineteen sixties

Best toga, best nothing

Best show for assassins

The issue’s not pressing

If nothing’s depressing

Who cares about borders

Fulfilling wife’s orders?