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