THE JESTER
Party Pants
Sexy Dance
Sexy Pants
In My Dance
What I Thought was Never Real
Is Now Visible and Near
Dance on My Feelings
Slide in My Heels
Mountains in My Mind
Like Icebergs in Himalaya
Everest of Memories;
Bliss and Pain
Victory and Sacrifice
Words of Wounds,
Thrown in Your Face
Worse than Broken Bones
On Sticks and Stones
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Why am I Even Here?
Dancing Sexy,
In my Pantees
Like a Whore of Misfortune
What Kind of Dance,
To Attract Good Fate?
A Joker and a Clown
Dancing Bella
A Jester Making Fun of the Crown
Is it funny to Laugh
At My Tragic Story
What if It was Your Mother,
On the Tele’s Breaking News Story
Where was Your Empathy?
Maybe You need Some Sympathy
Now Do you Understand
My Filthy, Friend
This is the End of the Story
Now Laugh Real Quick
And Leave Me Alone
