The Jester

The jester laughs at you.
He is nimble and quick.
You cannot catch him in your hand.
He has no shape but chooses many.

The jester is a counterfeit.
He is inside you.
There is no way to find him.
He knows where you are vulnerable.

The jester is a perfect mime.
He drives you to distraction.
He does not care for social classes.
He crosses every line.

The jester is a fool.
He makes you feel so small.
The jester has no pride.
He turns into a dream.

The jester laughs at all.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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