They say the more you smile
the more wrinkles appear on your face,
if that's the truth then I'll be wrinkled like a prune come June, several months after I'm very old and grey

Now you may be thinking, Nero as much as you talk about heartbreak and lonely feelings in your musings you'll be properly wrinkly when your prime is long past?
well yes dear reader, because often times I've taken up the role of the man who laughs

The man who laughs where most would cry
the man who laughs where my tears have dried
the man who took up a mask of mirth
inhaled and it like incense or myrrh

So when will the man who laughs, laugh his last?