Jester’s privilege

I‘ve courted kings so jester-like

In palaces of glass

Made a fool of every word I spook

Thus stunting every path

Many a bridge I had to cross

Before they lay asinder

Under which no water flows

The soil of which I hunger

I should have kept things to myself

That ended up offending

The most insulting assholes met

I‘ll never let them talk

And when they have me hung at dawn

I‘ll know not to surrender

I‘ll never take an insult back

The king can cuck my sock