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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Daily Poetry #66, April 4, 2017 Word: Joker The clock continues it’s endless ticking, As the day just flies right by, People walk on, talking like nothing’s wrong, And there’s not a worry in the sky. The Joker looks up and says a useless joke; “If no one’s laughing, then why am I here?” For I was just born to be laughed at, As I wear a mask with a huge grin and one tear. But am I truly here for your amusement? If I’m not standing, no one notices me. So I’ll tell my worst jokes to get a reaction, Something, anything, just to hope you’ll see. The world spins as I try to figure it out, I can’t breath under this mask I wear. Even if I frown under this plastic, I’m sure that this revolving world won’t care. Do the hop ‘n step, the un deux, dance ‘till it’s worthless, Dance until you die with nothing left to give. The Joker was made only to entertain the Kings and Queens, For if you were made for something else, that’s what you’d live. “I want to give up!” I say, is that a joke to you? Does this fake smile on my face change it that much? “Kill me now!” I shout in desperation, but only laughter, From an audience who knows nothing of the such. There’s two of us, the Joker and the Hider, I guess you could say I’m beside myself now. The Hider has grown weary of the Joker’s ways, And wants to be seen, but doesn’t know how. Blood turns to beautiful roses, the audience applauds a fake, As the Hider cries and holds a broken skull. “I, the Joker, am nothing! So it doesn’t matter anymore!” Fill up, fill up, but the Hider is already full. Eyes widen as the mask falls off, revealing the Hider, Who cries from the pain, in front of many. Will you laugh? Comedy! Or will you cry? Tragedy! Now that this mask is broken, do you see? Through the punny Pierrot, Through the jolly Joker, Do you see, The Hider?
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