Has anyone ever truly given any Time or Thought
to how the Kingdom’s Jesters are Born
of DisOrder & Defense of Self-Image absent?
We Quake when any contact of eyes are made-
hyperventilate, overheat, made wild-eyed with Fearful Anticipation
of further intimacy that bodes only of Certain Death.
Pulse quickens, blood racing, body tensed for flight,
like the Noble Buck in the Wood.
(Well, okay- ‘Noble’, not so much….)
“Think fast or Die!” explodes into our minds-
followed by a stutter, then blush to a quick check of my feet….
Suck air, close eyes and…..
Cock head, lock eyes, grinning she says-
“You know, you’ve a Choice-
Humorous or Hysterical-
Which Gyrl do YOU want to see?”