I’ve been called a fool
A dolt, a comic
Most of my words
Might even cause vomit
But here I stand
In perfect view
Entertaining you.
My words are harsh
I’ll call anyone down
Ridicule and embarrass
They’ll agree and never frown
It’s my constant following
My gang of ne’er-do-wells
Numbers keep increasing
Blind acceptance swells
I feel like I am teflon
No matter what I do
But I am not surprised
About what I can say and do.
The Bag Lady 
Of all the days of the year, that may be regarded as special? This one is the worse. The japes that have been perpetrated in its name? I kind of get, the medieval connections, etc. Yet we are supposed to be … more educated now? Cheers Jamie
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Good poem.
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Massive big like on this. 🙂
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