The Jester
"Come one! Come all!"
Said the man on the stool.
"Take seats! Now enjoy!
The Act of the Fool!"
They sat in their seats
Not one dare look down
As I walk on the stage
Dressed like a clown
They stared and they blinked
They laughed and made fun
"Dear audience be silent.
It hasn't begun..."
Silence swept the room
And wearing a painted smile
I said, "Welcome I am your Jester!
Please stay for a while."
I jest for their pleasure
They point and they laugh
"No need to stop
on my behalf"
Tears are painted on my face
My only expression of dread
As I gaze at the laughing clowns
With eyes that are so dead
I live but to serve
And bring comfort to;
So you'll always feel
There's someone lower than you
To be stepped on and ridiculed
They stare on with glee
As the insults sink into
This Jester's misery
Their faces are distorted
So ugly and mean
How can they look
So gross and obscene?
As the show ends
"Please more!" They do cry
"Oh, but of course"
Comes my icy reply
"I simply grew tired
of being your tool
You all have lost sight
I am but a fool."
"Come one! Come all!"
Said the man on the stool.
"Take seats! Now enjoy!
The Act of the Fool!"
This poem was written by Kelly Hernandez on Jul 13, 2006.
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