Loyal Fool

I am a jester and a fool

Trickster here to scare your ghouls

Living only for laughter’s mercy


I am a soft mouthed labrador

With wicked, snarling teeth to roar

Should anyone come to harm my pack


I am fleeting, and afraid

Lost within my own charade

My body, my mind, my heart

Tricked myself to think pain is art

A cell of cells

Unlocked through mind’s intent

But choked in heart’s lament

What a foolish, foolish dog am I

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