Everyone staring, a colorful figure enters the room
Standing silent, in anticipation they wait
The man starts to dance, his feet clad with bells
The court gets what they want

A painted smile hides not the sorrow of this man
Unnoticed and shunned the show goes on
He must twirl and he must spin
The court must stay amused

His highness yells “more” over the roar of the crowd
The fool’s sweat and tears trickle upon the cold ground
Endless mocking and taunting this man must endure
The court always demanding

Panicking and nervous, what to do next
A tumble, a flip, round and round it goes, day after day
Muscles tired, heart weakened
The court presses further

The player tires and stumbles, hitting the ground
Its demanded he rises, tries with no avail
A soul can only take so much before giving in
The court stands staring
Broken body, exhausted spirit
The fool lays like the stage on which he performed  
The court uncaring, waiting
Next show soon to begin.