The Joker

The Joker is out in our village

Dressed like Ripley believe it or not

Spinning tales to dilute our awareness

And tie our time into multiple knots

He walks and talks us through our day

On a square of light we own

And flashes tales so clever

Making sure we're not alone

And with decisive elocution

He might read a written line

And add a photo for our vision

Then beg off for selling time

Ripley's got us figured out

He holds our eyeballs tight

As he fastens us to fictions

Of titillation and delight.

What we learn is serious

If it helps us form a bond

To a world of insignificance

And ignore the great beyond

© Armell