You’re a jester,
Trading nasty jokes for belly laughs,
For the ****** King and his insane court.
At first, they laugh
At your tired old antics
And desperate attempts to get attention,
You’re slipping on spilled blood
And juggling hearts
For lack of anything really humorous with which to entertain.
You draw the eye
With your flamboyant clothes and sloppy painted face,
But once drawn, interest wanes with shocking speed.
You can’t keep any of them,
But you don’t really care,
As long as you’re laughing.
You’re a jester.
You’re a fool.