A jester taking morning air
Tells a joke and cries
As clowns scrape off their makeup
The trick inside them dies.
Where Loki walks in hidden prints
And angels fear to tread
A sleight of hand shines through it all
To keep the hoaxers fed.
When honest lies grab every fool
And fling them far away
Then anyone can be a fool
If only for a day.
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