I thought he could be like fire
light as air, always climbing higher
I thought he was like earth
Can I think of him as mirth?
Yes, the joker only knows laughter
in the ironies and tragedies packed to the rafter
He can depend on the end and after
Though he thinks, there are too many who wish to reign
over the big top; and it keeps driving him insane
He is capable of biting back his tears
He is capable of forgetting his fears
The joker always adheres
to grand destiny, which is his gears
But, in return, he will have nothing
Let them dance, let them sing!
And every time he flips the page,
the joker-ringmaster asks for no wage
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