The Ninny

he had often aspired to being a jester the wise one of Tarot land cheekily dressed with wit on his lips as of late he has been caught up in irreverent lies and half-truths tossed at him in anger and drunken inhibition and his glittery clothes soaked them up for a while until he himself imbibed in retribution and pain a toxic combination of venom and vile far from the love that still is distant from kindness and compassion so much that when he looked into the mirror a vagrant journeyman of feeling and thought looked like a lost soul in the middle of nowhere at first he shrieked and shouted his hurt refused to believe that he himself had become much more than numb was far less innocent than his imagined whistles and bells deceived him to portray eventually the halfwit resolved to accept his own imperfections and called his purple garments blue and red for the union was at great danger violet and lilac notions turned into new ideas at times his face contorted in horror his hands portrayed claws and his mouth vowed to stay mute at times eventually there was hope when he realized what to do and what not to engage with 22nd December 2022