Poem: Satire

Playing mime, he acts
with his eyes, donning hats and
clever disguises. Voices mimic
the people you hate and we
love it,
buy it;
laughter like opium to diffuse
the pain, the many a true word.
They bill him the king of counter
culture, jester and piper with the gift to
briefly
empower you all, gently
guide you
back to your shackles, where
all the good dogs lay down
to sleep, while
the big enchiladas who pay jokers, sit
ever cozy in their havens
laughing in our face

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