Do not be fooled as I fool the world nor confounded be as I confound
nor try to see beneath my volcanic depths, you may not like what you see.
This too thin skinthat crazes at a glance.
a fracturing brittle shell which crumbles at harsh words.
do seek to find that an hidden intellect deep within
that interior world is not for prying vultures eyes.
the fool that jests and prats for all the world to see
a mask of cardboard paint and wax,pigs bladder clasped fatuous hand.
waved to tweak noses that think nothing liesbeneath the pose.
and by foolerydeceive, veiled in hundred myriad ways
concealed within the jesters mask, which faces outward bold and strong
to best conceal interior sadness with deprecatorya smile.
like the watcher at the gate seeing, all but saying nought,
though seeingyou, you see me not, watching the world play its games
where hide and seek and ego thrust is all the order of the day.
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