The Joker Poem by Kartik Saraf

The Joker

See the outstanding, glorious Joker
Laughing on the stage
He charms his audience with zest and joy
Painted on his face of chicanery

Feast your eyes on the magnificent Joker
His face comforting your soul
A twinkle in his eyes, he takes your hand in his
And smiles a belying smile

The Joker is completely, utterly happy
Not a single frown on his powdered face
Even in a crowd of lugubrious phonies
He never feels the pain of others

So come one, come all, and gather around
And pay numerous amounts to see,
The stunning performer known as the Joker
The slave subjugated to happiness

No one can free the unctuous Joker
For why would he want to be free?
He makes people laugh, and no one sees him cry
What pain is there in the Joker?