In me, you are quiet now,
The silence in the snow.
if only I could keep you there
So flowers could not grow.

Leave me please.
Leave me in this last way.
Remove every shard-
Even the ones that will bleed me,
Leave me gasping like the wake of a severed limb.
Take the parts of you that are no longer Distinguishable from the parts of me,
So I might heal around the edges
Or unravel one last time.

Are you in need of a jester?
One who'll make you burst out with laughter
One you can engage in witty banter.
who'll bring out the peculiar laughing sounds
With no desire to weigh you down.
Turning the serious affairs comical
But not with the intent to demean their true essence.
I know it sounds incredibly nonsensical
In a world full of pain and sorrows.
Isn't that why we need some humour?
Since we are unsure of tomorrow.
I suppose we are all in need of a jester.

It was Leg-O-lass ,
we called him
one pocket *** ,
so skinny he
could hide behind
a nail .
And then there was
Dumbledork
He could ****
a cork
out of a bottle
of wine .
And ***** the Bobbit
and his family of
incestuous relations
Frito , another little chipper off the block.
Then Sam-so-unwise Gangrene , who dressed in disguise as the wobbling Idiot of Shire .
And as always Flpping and his cherry friend Huckleberry , who was looking at a 'Play Podiatrist' centerfold , a magazine full of pictures of naked hairy feet .

She  was disprivilged
Left so dejected
Rejected from from her Earthly paradise

The rose fell off
but the brier whereon it grew remains