Variety and medley point,
The spikes giggle and jab,
For a harlequin in a joint,
I clown to pay my tab.
for a horseshoe crab.
No semblance, for a lamenting cloak,
A break from entertaining's woke.
There now jeers and laughter;
No spare from the town square.
The masses point;
They giggle and stare.
In rehab, I cannot afford a trite.
In a mask and parti-colored in tights,
Who tankards a fool to booze,
can suffer to accord a snooze?
Very kind of you, my smooch;
to offer me a bottle of hooch.
My sack-cloth forever remained.
Black cloak evermore;
tattered detrained.
An eyesore,
not a drink of water to pour.
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