It must be fun
To sit on a throne
To look down upon others
And cackle down at their moans.
I often wonder
How different I would be
If the fates reversed us
And switched you and me
I blamed circumstance
For your ignorance and idiocy
But I’ve come to realize
It’s who you are, indeed.
I used to be,
A part of your jury.
Cause you’re a judge who judges
And now the court jester is me.
But my performance is unwilling
I am not meant to entertain
Yet all I inspire in you is laughter
Every time someone mentions my name
How cruel can you be?
To hear a person’s emotions
Their inner most thoughts
And stand there laughing
It must be a maturity thing.
Well, I hope you get better.
But I’m done sharing with you,
I’m no longer your jester.
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