The Jester's Lament
Richard
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I'm the court jester, the fool from the past
the masses, in a role I've been cast
They to watch my antics and clowning
But as soon I leave, they start their frowning
Are you not entertained? Are you not amused?
I jump through hoops, tell jokes, get bruised
You crave diversion, spectacle, and thrill
my act never quite seems to fit the bill
Oh, how I wish I were a gladiator bold
Fighting glory, not this jester's role
Swords and sandals, the crowd's thunderous roar
Not stuck in this circus, forever the
From gladiator fights to streaming sprees
You seek your with such ease
Movies squeezed into ten-hour series
Binge your eyes glaze, numb mind wearies
They find me eerie, a figure of fright
The horror film clown, haunting night
But I'd rather be Maximus, fierce and renowned
lions, not jesting for this jaded town
On second thought, maybe a gladiator's fate
Isn’t as glorious as they
The crowd’s wild roar, the thrill of the fight
most had a gory, unpleasant plight
When my jokes flat, and I die on stage
It’s only my that feels the rage
Not my severed head rolling the ground
As the crowd cheers, a deafening sound
I'll keep my motley, my red nose, my jest
you fickle folk at my best
For a fool's may not bring fame or acclaim
But I guess beats being ripped apart, maimed
Thank you, and good night.