In jest - many a true word is said ingest:
You banter, I canter
You chaff, I chafe
You fool, I muel, and mew
Said in fun, I reach for my gun
You tell a gag, I reach for the rag
Disgrace, lose face, egg on my face
Just jape, I try to escape
You jive, and I barely stay alive
You make a joke, and I am like a whiff of smoke
You jolly broom man, drunk on life
I pull out my brolly, wait for rains' strife
You josh, I am flotsam and jetsam awash
You kid, I bring the sacrificial lamb of I am
And it's just a quip, but I equip myself with weapons and armour
I'm readying for war games
You wisecrack, and I break, I snap
I'm on the edge, like Iran
My finger hovers over the button
Just then a leaf falls from a tree
And upsets the balance between you and me
yuck you say, get a sense of humour
I was only pulling your leg
In jest you say that I shouldn't care
this jibe, or that haze,
When you jeer, a tear falls from my eye
When you mock, the grace of God in shock
I shake at your rag, tag rally,
Laughing down the alley
Always on the razz,
But which is the better way?
My quiet, way, of restraint
Or to let loose every day
In bitterness or not to rib,
To ridicule, tease, it's mean
But what if you don't fit in
To society's mould
Then how the world unfolds
In caricature, of prophets
lampoon the man in the moon
parody, and get carted away
For being a bit mad, a little loon
satirize as a Satyr , never satisfied as a martyr
Has to always go that one step farther
To prove your point
And have the last laugh