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The Jingler Tripping into court Our hero cringes silently, Bells on the tips of his toes Exaltedly clang his life’s work, And leotard and tassels Splash gangly to the tune. Lohengrin was toasted here From marble mugs And filigree nectars Beneficently gulped – It was deemed our clown Was a prophet come to Absorb us in non-existence. Wise men in purple robes Suggest a lusty flogging, Reflecting how violence Commenced with the Comedy of pain. Clenched brittle teeth crack, Synapses shatter and snap, Echoing in frantic sweat, As the gavel gashes hard Against the tear-stained stand. Pried from this seat of justice The jingler curses Through foam and spit Condemning his condemner For striking the poor Dumb bench below him. |
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