Harlequin. March 9th, 2026
The Joker dances
And makes jokes.
The King prances
Writes down his golf strokes.
The harlequin
Is his caddie.
The King
Is kinda batty.
His ball goes into the water.
He throws his clubs.
“What’s the matter?”
The caddie flubs.
For the King won’t tolerate questions
He don’t want nobody mentions
His batty behavior
For the King is our savior
In all four dimensions.
The harlequin drives off
In the golf cart.
The King stands there
Pissed off.
And lets out a fart.
Too many cheeseburgers
Too many fries
Too much sugar
Behind the King’s eyes.
The jester disappears.
He’s off to Maui
Where it appears
He’s high on Maui Wowie
The King is mad.
He sends the SWAT
Oh, he’s bad
He’s a paraquat.
For the King won’t tolerate questions
He don’t want nobody mentions
His batty behavior
For the King is our savior
In all four dimensions.
The harlequin goes to Guantanamo
He harvests guano
You don’t wanna know
The smell of that doo-doo.
For the King won’t tolerate questions
He don’t want nobody mentions
His batty behavior
For the King is our savior
In all four dimensions.
TJM
Timmy Tae's Thoughts 
Who would have thought we would end up like this – eighty years after the first two nuclear strokes ended the great world war of death. The truth sucks golden farts. Somewhere there is a little clot of blood, waiting to float free. Go, little clot. Your destiny waits. Be free.
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Too true. Too true. Giving nukes to egotistical maniacs, one of whom is a religious fanatic, usually doesn’t work out well.
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