Twelfth Night

The bard,
The Fool
The jester,
The joker,

Peg everyone.
Earthly, mortal.
Laughter.
Mouth open.

Sick.
Weak
Skipping, fun.
Drained.

I am a drain,
Weak and vain
Mush is my brain
I rest my plain
My day a stain
With little to gain
Eat, rest, again
A life insane
The winding lane.
Future’s quiz remain.
Poignant I am slain.

Study, plans, I fright.

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