Jack

There was once this boy named Jack,
Who's talent brought joy to the lack.
He'd always left a smile after that,
But due to that,some people attack.

One day his jokes climbed over too far ,
His parents had to pay double par.
Jack poor Jack was dragged a far,
Turned to a slave,his job was a war.

Slogging in a pock-mine,
Working like there was not, time
Shackle and chained, he fakes his grins
Laughter he spreads,to miners he'd seen.

His riddles met the Royal Bard,
Who cheats the King for much reward
Instantly,the King's fury spawned
The bard be hanged,and Jack be called.

Summoned as the Royal fool,
Singing and dancing,wearing thick glue
Masking his sadness,He's mocked all through
Holding within,A monster that drools.

That faithful day Jack filled with rage,
Gripping a Dirk,Jack thrusts in vague.
Barons horrified,getting greenly pale,
The Royals struck dead, from a Coup De Grace.

Blood bathed and battered,
Jack crawls out of gore.
Mocking his bitter fate
He ended his life:smiling abroad.