The Joker II

The fear the fear
the joker of the pack
will turn up here

and give me
nowhere else to go

his gleeful, cruel face
will be the front
for all the cruelty of the world
at my golden gate

and hate will pour and mar
all the new beauty
of my life - bereft anew

I will not stand
I will be ill with
no help now
and nowhere else to go

but back to a brutal place
with no escape

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