The joker lives close by, right under my skin
That is stretched tight over to hide him
My lips full and red smile to cover his grin
My voice sings and twitters to chide him

Touch my body, his shell, touch and feel: he is in
Never ask he rides me or I ride him
With his flesh brazen brass and his nerves tinkling tin
He craves Solomon's wisdom to guide him

He wanders with clouds with no home and no kin
Just the joker and shadow beside him