LAUGHINGSTOCK

So carve my heart from the depths of my chest,

Slice it into pieces fit for your maw,

Then eat it while you feel so bloody blessed

And revel in the joy of your flawed law.

If then you have more taste for true regret

You only have to stand up tall and roar;

As long as dupes prefer to just forget

The baying crowd will open every door.

But fools who know they are not merely fools

Are surely the most cursed of all the clowns.

The day will come when your disgusting tools

Will make you the laughingstock of loose crowns.

So I hold up my lacerated head

Knowing I am a man untimely bled.