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Dying of Laughter
- It were amidst the industrial refinery markets
- In the century of the 19th, when ol' Westerners shined in arguments
- Wordsmithery aligned with jargon, gimmickry in spineless charlatans
- Smitheries, coalminers, carcinogens
- And sign language artists;
- Entertainment theatres assigning harlequins
- Performances over a river, 'bove ninety "sharks," doing trickery on twine—
- Some would say this jester was lion hearted.
- Under Elector Palatine; King Frederick of Rhine,
- Widely regarded, that for his Highness, he FARTED.
- A barrel of laughs, regaling the maj' esteemed
- At banquets, they'd say he's a "ham," he ate it up laughably
- On his face cracked an egg and ran the make up, so happily
- Trickling down his sock &buskin as an ode to Melpomene
- Gettin' socked, busted, for buskin' acrobatics in pageantries;
- He's the court's whipping boy, lauded to act out tragedies
- In a cart trunk laid, straight jacket, too cramped to breathe
- Dissemblin' squirmy panic, then disassemblin' his anatomy
- They close it, dislocatin' his shoulder and somehow magically—
- Slips out, reappearin' in front of the horse, with an apple feedin'
- Jester felt such a rush from their empathic anxiety, that he,
- In ill fated flourish, fouled the gears of a darker fantasy
- Metastasized a crowd pleaser, alluring of performative screams
- That trunk, touted as a conduit to teleport through sorcery
- Became a vault of sorts, a casket primed in eager soil
- Seeming joyful to please the royals, completely foiled in impropriety
- Just timber, nails and a velvet veil that sealed 'em entirely
- At first—a thump, a stifled grunt—they scoff it as parody,
- Playing dead, "It's part the show," "Comical austerity!"
- The oxygen grew opulent as both parties' gasp in disparity
- Clawin' the lid, knuckes split in fervent, causin' wild polarity
- His jesting grin grew rigid in the grip of this hilarity
- Taphephobia seeped in when "Nobody's hearing me."
- Lungs bellowed to every 'HELLO' beaten by clarity
- The coffin drank his pleas among earth's solidarity.
- A man outside it's voice pierced, "K, now you're scaring me."
- Mother Earth’s womb, a reverse stillborn buried 'neath
- Met with no curtain call, but to pull his own in despair...
- This was no accident, he may have passed and if,
- You flip ears at the winds, there he be, in the fairest shrieks
- Might eavesdrop the conspiracies that this scandal bred;
- Did you hear? Some grave robbers had dared to seek,
- Their experience has some commoners asking this:
- Where is he?
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