Take a look and laugh at me
So goes the grinning jester’s plea.
See the show of one who knows,
of he that is consumed by jest,
Fool! You know him the best.
They see you dance; you play the clown,
Feelings buried behind the inverted frown,
kept in the mask of the blank and the blind,
The colors blend, are Checkered between
Textile hearts and diamonds unseen.
Silver bells lightly jingle,
all eyes turn to a single
face on a smirking staff
as a crowd erupts with twisting laughs,
At a twisted man in masking plaid.
He briefly forgets the fight
And achieves the white spotlight,
wasted all on best laid plans,
gain a loss for just a chance
To perform the jester’s dance.