Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Low Clown

A human is hidden within,
Under the makeup and costume.
Thinking good thoughts or thoughts of sin?
Are you seen as target for doom?
A stranger strange in sound and sight.
You are not sure to laugh or cry.
Down deep you feel all is not right,
A creepy feeling - not sure why.
It is a party after all.
For fun, that's why the people came.
You face the clown and hear him call,
"Hi, John Wayne Gacy is my name."

Where's a serial killer clown?
Perhaps there is one in your town.