Jester in the Court of the AQAL King

Pranks, pratfalls and body paint
Amuse and disarm habitual defenses
Rude and crass gags
Offend only the uninitiated
But those with senses open
Stand amazed and grateful
As the Jester wields song and dance
Like the Zen masters of old
Knowing just when to startle
The seeker into dropping his mask
With a well-time whack of a stick
To the back of the head
Or a healthy belly laugh

His medicine is well received
In the court of the AQAL King
Play on Jester, play on

--To Stuart Davis