When the comedian is sad, who becomes the clown?

That is just the thing with laughter;
Someone will dare to frown after.

Jester, the one who admires
And the mocker we adore
Are self same and even more.

For a little drop of happiness
Is a giant amount of chaos
But that’s the same thing with completeness
And the gift that empty gives to us.

Whoever chooses, whoever it wires
The fury is the fun in the chapter
The rest we describe as silent clatter
We will let the rattle open the door
The jester will jest as he’s done before.

Leonell