The Obscure

Look over here! It's me! And I can show you the mistakes I have made, one and all! Come inside and take a look, look at the blunders and shortcomings of a wasted life, laugh at the misadventures of the Worlds zaniest loon as he manages to screw up every good thing he had going for him, shake with mirth and merriment as he takes dives and falls again and again, offered no help, not even in his Direst need!
Oh! Now he's stuck folks, he's fallen into a loop. Over and over he repeats the same destructive cycle, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over amen. He's happy one second and a blubbering fool the next, He's the epitome of hilarity and the very picture of somber realism, he's a poster-child for the clinically hysterical and at the same time he bears the look of a wounded puppy on a rainy day.
Look at him, Laugh at him, he wanders to and fro begging coins and gin. Look at him bounce from house to house for an ounce of the stuff that gives him that jounce.
The stuff of life, the stuff of love, the stuff, a gift, from God above. ever swirling spinning twirling to the place where no man is from, to err is human, to forgive is divine. Today we laugh, tonight we dine, and tomorrow breaks at dawn and we look in each other's eyes and Yawn, and notice with a frightful start that there is no love in the other's heart, the morning brings the pain we feel, the morning shows us what is real, and though we fend it off by day
reality never goes away.
So Come and LAUGH at the boy who knows the sadness which the Whole Universe throws, come and Cry as the boy who smiles realizes the world is one of the jester's worst wiles.