Thou Dost Mock Me

I.

Alas, all is spinning off kilter--peace doesn't need propping up, it just is yeah

The sun doesn't need to beg for justification, nor the moon need its validity certified

Yet...

An unspoken question permeates every metalic bone, wirey sinew and concrete flesh of this place:

"Why are you here?"

II.

It's 1am and I have a splitting headache

My friend from overseas just called randomly to say hi

It's not his fault

But it's interupted my healing process

And that's the story of my life

Everyone marvels how I manage to get back on my feet after each knock down

But my nearest and dearest, who always stay away

Manage to show up on the day I am trying to get back on the horse

They tie ropes to my wrists or ankles

Preferring it were my neck

And CRASH!

Down I come again

And my kin have run away

Hiding till they can say BOO! again

Just when I'm starting to mend

Cause apparently it's fun

And I am just a chum

III.

Found my purpose:

To be the butt of the Devil's jokes

I'm pretty sure Job isn't finding the humour in them

"God! Sack this pathetic jester!"

I wish there was proper order in the Court