A Jolly Joker’s Journey


The jolly joker wore a tie
On dust and pot he would get high
In any room, the funniest guy
He walked on stilts, into the sky

Wearing pants – red, blue and yellow
Fluffy white hair – like a marshmallow
Of the RSCJ he was a fellow
The Royal Society of Clowns and Jell-O!

Yet in his joy there was a small crack
He just couldn’t get enough smack
Weed he’d devour, by the sack
On his body; a blatant attack

Losing control, there wasn’t a ban
What he needed now was a plan
He wasn’t mental, he wasn’t a Stan
Or any other abusive, crazy Em fan

With a heart so heavy, he had to brave
Every last strand of his white hair he’d shave
But unlike Heisenberg, he didn’t crave
Money, meth or of fame; a wave

On his life he took a call
His indulgences he tried to make small
He now got a partner to the ball
His escape from drugs was but a crawl

Loosening was the grip of addiction
But from the den he faced some friction
His story seemed like pure fiction
A tale of recovery graced this diction

He was prepared to pull through the pain
After all, it was only gain
The way he juggled was insane
His artistry and magic like David Blaine

From its clutches he was finally free
Brought to life by a decree
Kept alive by children’s glee
When he performed his trickery

He’d disappear without a trace
At the bongos he was an ace
Comical and cheerful was his face
As he won in life – the biggest race

This tale of two states must come to an end
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Of fall and revival: a super blend
Into Newt’s briefcase – let us descend!

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