… It’s a pain to
wrap truth around
with comedy
made of 24K sheets
of pure gold, but
it’s the only way…
the archetype of
the jester, touched
by the dark side
of eternity…
he’s always just
one cigarette, one
from Nirvana
busy confiding
the invisibile giants
the real1’s who
live outside of
his head,
’cus even a jester
gotta eat;
but he is rich,
his laughter is
the silhouette of
all the world’s