I have been honoured to serve my king,
For He to my humour clings,
And with the King I serve the masses,
Of the kingdom, every classes.

My King doesn't truly love me,
Isn't that thought so lovely?
If it weren't for my comedy,
My fate would've been deadly.

And on the stage to serve the masses
Laughter, cheers as my joke passes.
While I dwell in misery under a mask,
But this is mine, a Jester's task.

As time goes by my jokes go flat,
And my King isn't very fond of that,
The fate of a Jester caught up to me,
It was foretold in a prophecy.

Chains clinging along to my bells,
As my head falls, the crowd yells.
This is for I became a pester,
Goodbye from me, the Jester.

© anaelmallory
(an analogy of people pleasing)