The Jester
I could easily
Give in to the spiraling
Thoughts waterboarding
My brain, ever the
Jester, likes to place puzzles,
Challenges for me
Pose little questions,
Like a fish to a sharp hook,
Clutching its claws into me
Shakespeare loved his crude
Insults, my thoughts compete,
I swear that I love
My body, my face,
However, I cannot claim
To love all my strange
Notions, like a bath
Draining out, going down down down
Leaving you empty.
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