Why does
the royal jester
joke around
and play
with open
flames?

Is it to keep
his humble audience
of Chosen Ones
forever entertained?

Is it to make it big
and get so rich
off his comedic
tragedy..
that he no longer
needs to work?

Or else to leave
a silent legacy
behind..
The Devil’s gift
to be forgotten
by The All
of humankind..
The Poetlore?

In truth,
the royal jester’s
reasons
aren’t nearly quite
that deep.
He does it just because..

It feels like
skinny dipping
in a shallow lake
upon a chilly
autumn night..
inside a public park
without a soul in sight.
Nobody there
to point the finger.
Nobody to mourn
this naked grief.

The cool sensation
that I feel upon
my privates..
comfortably
unobserved.
Because The All
who could
observe it
lie asleep.