The Death of Pagliacci

By Nullus

Where once
Amusing memes,
Anecdotes,
Banter danced upon lily-pads of the digital current,
The jester languishes.

A bleak vacuum,
Sadness
Unremittingly darkens the sky.
Humorless ghouls salivate on despondent souls,
Feasting ravenous on the day merriment began to die.

Decades of hermitage left Pierrot in somber commotion,
His hair disheveled, his eyes in a trance.
Innocent expectation lost,
Three rings of misery, 
Spectacles of irrelevance.


Distressed whiteface makeup,
Anxiety cracks.
Circus trumpets overshadowed by
Deafening lamentation!

Humpback harpies in shabby lime synthetic wigs,
Neurotics push inhibiting nootropics for artificial frowns.
Three rings of misery approach for the final gig.
Three rings of misery scream: 
“Send in the Clowns!”

Rejected auguste -
Penitent blackface -
Gullible buffoon -
Tramp forsaken -
Passive mime -
Harlequin whore -
Commercialized rodeo clown.

Pierrot abandoned his brethren,
Leaving them alone to cry.
His home for fools a ruin,
This is what happens, 
When Pagliacci die.

Cuilibet fatuo placet sua calva!
Ha! Ha ha ha.

© Nullus 2022