Joshua P. Johnson
Harlequin
Once upon a time,
There was a damaged boy,
Who had mastered all the arts, of turning pain to joy.
When manipulating pain, and twisting it to fit,
The boy had quickly found,
The joy made was not his.
He crafted it for others,
They laugh and cheer for him,
But when he stops and thinks about it,
Torment is what it gives.
Painting on his smiles,
To try and fix his frown,
Telling detailed tales & hymns of times his life turned upside down.
Gathering reactions, a clown is what he’s become,
Getting rises out of folk,
To laughter he succumbs.
He may not like it now,
But this is all he’s got.
he’d like to become something else,
and hopes with every single thought.