Jester
As though going through the pages of a porno-magazine
we arrived at the house of the jester. With his back against
the wall he contemplated on how short life was and how
everyone was justified right after their death.
In a moment of paroxysm he grew wings and said,
‘I know how to make you laugh’, something we never
doubted. After all the king never doubted his creativity,
for this he hired him, however we always doubted
the king and the stains on our pants were witnesses
of infidelity, until finally He stood up, the Übermensch
and smiling at the jester He hugged him saying:
‘my brother, you are my chosen one.’
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