Lords of Misrule

Tonight the joker's wild, the wise old fool.
As revelers are out for fun and pleasure,
he's proving the exception to the rule,
surprising those who thought they had his measure.

Out in the cold the circus is in town.
An acrobat, a clown, a fire breather.
A fortune teller in a gypsy gown;
her claw like finger motions, come on hither.

While lords and ladies frolic and cavort,
in search of ever more exotic flavors,
the joker makes his moves about the court.
The butt of jokes no more, calls in his favors.

Do not expect a sterile, bloodless coup.
Remember, in the end, the joke's on you.