I am the jester of your court
Question all in a sarcastic tone
whisper back my retort
No skills to hone just chill on your phone
As I wonder freely through your fort
I sing muses to confuse
All those oh petty fews
Who through murder and might
Have gained them the right
To sit where they might
whisper in your ear
Give those newbies a lear
But I fill them with cheer
With my rhymes and my wit
You\'ll never have to realize it
How half the lights in that hallway are out
What are these strange things you spout
There\'s nothing to worry about
You\'ve always lacked a tongue
From when you were young
Denied ya coulda sung
That\'s why i\'m here
To temper your fear
Those feelings you had
Left you armor clad
But as the court seems to settle
I will test your mettle
You study a pedal
In your armour of metal
Upon it you scour yet can\'t see the flower
From up in your tower you lack the power
I rest on your shoulder
I hope you\'ve have grown bolder
Keeping court is a chore
Why even pay attention anymore
Just look at this joke
Or even take a toke
Who cares, you\'re my main bloke
If the world wants your time
You\'ve commited no crime
It can come get in line
You are entirely fine
Your ear it is mine
Shan\'t let my ideas sit and fester
As I am your jester
Be still and be keen
You\'ll see what I mean
If its supposed to it will
Let them fall to their fill
What\'s he on about?
What\'s the goal of the lout
Chips fall as they may
Jester says don\'t look away
But you hear clanking that way
Theres a sense of disquiet
Then in comes a riot
Faces fill with dismay
Court\'s in dissaray
The guards start to scatter
But he tells you it don\'t matter
The jester wore a mask
But you rip off the casque
It hid the truth of anxiety
But he still swears his fealty
Come on I\'m your reality
I work humbly for you
stay in your purview
You can trust very few
they all wear masks too
As the throngs of dismay
Sway your court with their way
The stains in your rug
give those latches a tug
No holes in your armour
May not be a charmer
As outward you stammer
Keep demons in the slammer
You keep the realities of fate
And the jovialities of self hate
In a battle of silence
Upon which you balance
The way you train your brain
And the things you cant explain
Hope your logic aint faulty
Cuz those expectations are lofty
The temptress trots in
And asks you what sin
Why does this jester sequester
You in your chair
Theres freedom right there
If only the world was fair
Someone did this to you
Crafted your view
Listen to me
With the silence be free
In the jester chimes
Only I can make rhymes
Remember the times
I\'m crafty and fun
I\'m the only one
With which you can trust
Beleive me you must
You must not acknowledge
The flaws in your mind
You balance on an edge
It\'s one of a kind
Your solemn pledge
You swore off emotion
The temptress brews a potion
You can\'t stem an ocean
Your court starts to mumble
As the fort starts to rumble
The temptress says don\'t sit here and rot
As she hands you the pot
And without second thought
You down a whole lot
Water starts pouring
It really is roaring
The court screams
But your smile beams
It was not as it seems
You needn\'t the fort
Or even your court
Render your armour asunder
Lets see what lies under
But in rumbles the thunder
It reveals a blunder
The walls start to shatter
And court seems to scatter
You pull at the latch
but it seems to catch
You\'ve met your match
The water level rises
There\'ll be no surprises
You try to get up but weigh too much
Pulled down by the crutch
The court leaves in a disorderly fashion
And your filled with passion
As the water flows past your toes
Your armor it bows
But it refuses to break
How much will it take
You rip and you tug
But it holds it\'s iron hug
Your armoured shell
Guarded you through hell
Too thick to hear the bell
The hollow echo, might as well
Try to pretend that it\'s still swell
I sit at the core
Words echo off the metal of yore
Water crawls up the walls
And forms water falls
It\'s awfully pretty
But I can\'t shake the shitty
Feelings as well
How do I sort
Water in a port
There is no control
In comes the waters roll
Delivering it\'s toll
The good and the bad
The happy and the sad
It\'s in me to control the commotion
But you can\'t stem an ocean
And as the water begins to drain
You\'re back here again
Your court sits to the left and the right
But it wasn\'t a meaningless fight
The jesters exstatic
But now you know he\'s eratic
And the temptress takes her seat
Right at your feet
You don\'t know what she\'ll do
But we\'ll find that out too