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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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