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[sid] => 30958
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Jester
[time] => 2004-01-07 05:53:00
[hometext] => Just about how I feel I can't be myself around people. And, thanks to the powers that be fo finally releasing me from my writer's block.
[bodytext] => I have mastered the art of wearing a mask Taught myself how to spray illusion into everybody's eyes. Illusion is a beautiful disease It shows us exactly what we want to see Exactly what we want others to see But doesn't fool us into thinking we are who we want to be. I snap my fingers and the magic trick ensues Those who see me know me only as the jester. The one who's the first to crack a joke The one who'sure to entertain The one who lives by making a fool of himself The one they all come to for comic relief The one whose advice they seek to be soothed But the jester has noone to show his face to when he's tired of his juggling act. I can never take off this false face to breathe This fear that holds me back I think will be the end of me Another insignificant demise A jester's fate Watch me fall from grace as everything I have ever juggled rains down to mock me. They'll walk by, they'll see my costume Discarded and abandoned on the floor They'll say: "Another clown bit the dust... Oh well, on to the next one!" [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Avarice_Riot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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