"Specious Acts on My Grandiose Stage"

Welcome to my stage, for I am the clown,
You are the audience, ought to never make a frown.
The world is my stage, and you, the fated audience,
At the cost of my arm and my leg, I shall pull the strings to fit your ambiance.

Performing tricks, from zero to a hundred,
Marks I managed to achieve like fighting a bear, bare-handed.
Dancing on fire, feared by all,
To me, making you laugh, pain doesn't hurt at all.

The smiles I make, ironically, I also crave,
Laughter at my funeral and tears to my grave.
Remember me, for everything is fated,
The jester that made you laugh, for the curtain call he had always waited.
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