I am simply just everyone's fool.
I can smile and I can dance,
I can writing and wax poetically
and I can wear a smile.

That is enough to make them happy
but few look to see inside me.
That I do not enjoy the games and tire of the wasted life.

If you would dare to venture forth from thy house
and take a look dear lady
then you might see something different.
A horror show of ultra violence,
a shocking sight of human depravity.
You speak of experience but you fool only yourself.

If nothing else you almost make me laugh.
How pitiful, how sad.
God help you because I sure as Hell won't.