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The Jester
What shall it be this time?
A strum of my Guitar,
Or merely a reciprocal kiss
Beckons to joy and love
Pain will disguise itself
Looming in the shadows
Awaiting its feast upon my heart
After joy and love, have had their fill.
The Blues in me watches closely
While the Jester dances around
Teases me to take what pleases me
Knowing, full well
I cannot afford to pay
Shall I add another verse?
The cost of the lyric is killer
As I’m still paying, for past song
Funny how still will I
Peek out, from the walls of Hell
The Jester smiles his confident grin
To him not of question of if I will, but when?
And my three chord blues, sharpen the majors
Readies another blues player
For it is only a matter…of time
Copyright © 2003-Dennis Hicks 10/10/03
