Joyride

Farewell little jester, I bid you adieu
In your comical cap and your bell-bearing shoes
With your stick and your ribbon and your flashing tight smile
With your words wiped with whimsy and your backbiting guile
Maybe one day I'll look back and see you behind
But if that ever happens you won't catch me blind
Because I know your tactics and motives and pain
The things from your dreams that creep out of your brain
To snap at the heels of all good men and true
And make them into villains, rather than you.

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