Royal Court Jesters, a slave to humor, <br />Monarch’s entertainer, I’m his consumer, <br />I can only entertain, where my voice can’t be heard, <br />A clown, a joke, a fool, as I am often referred, <br />With a smile on my face In my heart I carry an empty bag, <br />With a smile on my face I was born into a life I never wished to have, <br />In my hand I carry a Morette, to mimic my crown, <br />My crown distinct in colors with three jingle heads that hang down, <br />With a smile on my face, that I forever hold, I can’t frown, <br />A licensed fool, that wears bright colors made of wool, <br />But behind the smile I see nothing, <br />Behind the smile I sense something, <br />A falsehood of reality, an alias of the world, <br />So I dance and laugh at the same pace as I twirl, <br />Enigmas also known as riddles is all I speak, <br />Entertainment and false respect from a tyrant is all I seek, <br />A poor soul am I! A clown to society! <br />Just a fool, a licensed fool in the eyes of sobriety, <br />As I dance I juggle thoughts of delusion, <br />As I dance I distract myself with endorphins to cease the confusion, <br />But when the day is over I go to my cell, where I’m held captive, <br />A human held captive! Where my antics are inactive! <br />I’m a slave to greed, a sinister jocularity! <br />I’m a human being without a mind of clarity! <br />If I only had a mirror I can stare at myself and express mirth, <br />To a life I was sacrificed to entertain from birth, <br />So I dance! I dance! I dance! <br />Forevermore in thoughts of agony! I prance! I prance! I prance! <br />My lifestyle cast away in alias, of laughter and glee, <br />But inside underneath bright colors is not what they see! <br />Just a fool, a poor certified clown, <br />That juggles, and juggles, thoughts that go round and round.<br /><br />Kurt Kacich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/royal-court-jester/
