A poem about a joker
The mask he wears conceals his face,
Yet his identity is always known.
Bells ring whenever he moves,
revealing every location he steps.
This creature is different from all else.
A practical joke on the world.
Running through the crowds,
attempting to escape his fate.
on rare occasions,
more than one of Him appears,
though he often wishes it were different.
This jester is merely for jokes;
wishing to be viewed as a real being.
striving to belong.
Created: Nov 21, 2009Document Media