Bow on your knees where you belong
Kneel to the king when you know its wrong
The jester laughs as he juggles
Encased in a mindless power struggle
He’s part of the show that must go on
Because the master's attention span wont last long
He follows whatever he’s heard
Inclined to speak but can’t say a word
Forced to perform he’s the sideshow act
He has the best set of eyes covered in cataracts
The costume he wears lowers his esteem
Hostage to the tyrannical medieval themes
Does his best to surface the nobility's small smiles
And in the end its only he who doesn’t feel worthwhile