jester’s throne

sitting down in a plight

he pondered on the ridiculousness of life in the bright

suit, everything went through the roof

while he cheated, someone else dared to break the same rule, collected a foolproof

now he collects rent from the perspective of a rogue landlord owning crooked walls' height

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