About this Joker 

He’s soft as cheese, as common as a monument

our sanity chagrined, we mourn by his tower

fate pours inspiration like rain in a downspout

if we let ourselves go mute, then he’s our master

He drones on like a nag or a fraudulent Sphinx

jaunty as a cur, shiny as a signet ring

motivated by displays of lingerie – his jinx

she’s never his pleasure, ever his underling

Under expensive new eaves old roofs are leaking

he retreats to his private lair by the ocean

preoccupied by jokes that keep him up piquing

Don’t become entranced by his show, citizen

Hold the mirror to this loathsome phenomenon

Use all your voice, it’s time to become clarion