The Jester

Like a jester at the ball

Rub my shoulders with the kings

And I was draped in gold and velvet

Bathing in applause

While I was jumping through the rings

And then the cooks would sound a bell

And all the kings would lick their lips

But I couldn't find a placemat

The dinner table's full

And there's no room for me to sit

Is there anybody out there looking out for me?

Just say you want me, just say you need me

Is there anybody out there looking out for me?

Does anybody need me?

Is every last soul just fucking me over?

With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders

Is their anybody out there looking out for me?

Lord I live to entertain

All my pride is in my praise

I hum along with this vibration

And I hope to God I make it, mmh

If any chord that I could strum

Made me feel less like a man

I'd slam my fingers in the doorway

And shatter all the bones

Badflower

"The Jester"

Sept

Last weekend I balled when I saw the way you had so recklessly thrown my whole life into a storage unit. I cried when I said goodbye to the house I loved and Lake Superior, my rock over the past 3 years. This weekend I threw out all the lies in your love letters and found out another girl I once loved has a kid now. Earlier today I said goodbye to Michigan football because everything is dead and black, after all, but I hope your September has been just peachy.

"When the child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just -- his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing."

John Steinbeck

East of Eden