Harlequin jest

I jest, the public humiliation bubble’s

Absurd: yet, I fear the day you pass me,

Say “give up” at last, and then explode,

Nondescript, your honey, just a sting,

Of “slut” or “bitch.” Mostly, I fear you don’t,

Your strength doesn’t give a fuck, either,

Your power to make me laugh: scares me