ew, poetry.

O, Entertainer

O, mighty entertainer
Your voice so loud,
Your giant persona
Entices the crowd.
But I must admit,
My clever friend,
Your sense of humor
I don’t comprehend.

Maybe it’s because
I can see
That one of these days
You’ll turn into debris.
You’ll say something
So horribly wrong
That people will cry
At your happy song.

And so here I sit
Alone and silent
Waiting for the crowd
to become more violent
They’ll scream
They’ll shout
They’ll burn your likeness
And sooner or later you’ll fall
My highness.

You’ll fall so deep
You’ll fall so far
That no one will remember
Their former star.
And all because of
something you said,
Something that no one
Could quite comprehend.