The Ninny
he had often aspired to being a jester
the wise one of Tarot land
cheekily dressed with wit on his lips
as of late he has been caught up
in irreverent lies and half-truths
tossed at him in anger and drunken inhibition
and his glittery clothes soaked them up for a while
until he himself imbibed in retribution and pain
a toxic combination of venom and vile
far from the love that still is
distant from kindness and compassion
so much that when he looked into the mirror
a vagrant journeyman of feeling and thought
looked like a lost soul in the middle of nowhere
at first he shrieked and shouted his hurt
refused to believe that he himself had become
much more than numb
was far less innocent than his imagined whistles and bells
deceived him to portray
eventually the halfwit resolved to
accept his own imperfections
and called his purple garments blue and red
for the union was at great danger
violet and lilac notions turned into new ideas
at times his face contorted in horror
his hands portrayed claws
and his mouth vowed to stay mute at times
eventually there was hope
when he realized what to do
and what not to engage with
22nd December 2022
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