I am mortified by the merest of thoughts, of losing.
Just a moment of jest, parts played perfectly by the muscle in my chest.
The court jesters jingles a tune,
"I sing in glee, and now you will see!"
"Haha! hehee! You shall never be free!"
"For you NEVER had her, you see!"
"Like a fool he makes a plea!"
"A plea a plea! Is there nothing more pathetic than thee!"
"You fool! You fool! You insignificant fool!"
"you fool! You fool! You insignificant fool!"
"You fool you fool you fool you fool..."
