My, my, look what we have here,
a lovely double lady,
double-headed, double-crossing; double trouble.

You pick at the stitches of your sewn-up friends,
poking and prodding at the stuffing threatening to overflow,
smirking and having a nice time.
I, the Jester, the Joker, the Fool,
do what I do best, better than you,
all in good fun, it is, it is!

You laugh one moment,
neck cracking the next,
before tearing off my nicely-sewn head!
Yes, for what you may do,
I obviously may not,
that's clearly how this circus is run!

A dip and a sigh barely escapes painted lips,
before ridicule is set upon for such a thing,
oh how dare I have ever-so-slight feelings!
You scream out with joy and porcelain affections,
but oh, not a word from the supporting cast,
lest our mouths be ripped off!

A twitch pulls my strings and around your throat they go,
making sure to get both heads tightly wound,
making sure of your faults, you know,
making sure that after, I'm not around.
Were you in my place, you'd do the same,
so not a peep out of you, darling,
we the people, of judgement fair,
sentence you to a silent killing.