Two little children
Close to the cage
Fighting
Bickering
Defend one and
Offend the Other.
We are the jesters
On the black and white
I dance, i juggle
I swallow fire
Spectacle away from
That strife you call
a game.
The knights of the round
Excrete their sobriety
But what has it come to
But a measle of folly?
I threw up some words today and they scuttled into this...
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2 comments:
wow that sounds quite nice :) except literally i dont get it but no ones supposed ot take poems ltierally
well i cant tell you im not writing about anything pleasant:) yeah, im a jester babyyyy lol
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