Play The Fool

My mask, a tool

I don my cap With tiny bells Wave my head They tinkle, a spell Grabbing courtly ears Stretching out I plan my moves You see me, caper While in reality I play the fool Every step Choreographed Colorful garb Expertly chosen Every visual Perfectly woven A play upon what The king has spoken Satire a weighty Shield to wield Slip up, and I’ll Find myself Lashed to a stake Or worse Back in the field Running from the torch And spade

K.B. Silver

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