Jester
Look what has become of the Jester,
he has been stripped of his jingle cap.
Where is the funny-man's luster?
Look what has become of the sap.
Who has taken his stinging quick wit?
He is so slow, and awful glum.
He no longer preforms in a fit.
His happy habits have gone numb.
When alone, his wounds will fester.
He looks lost beyond return.
What has become of the Jester?
Just leave him be... just let him burn.
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