Jingles the Jester's Questionnaire

I rove about, Given my current situation it must be a shocker to all those who hear it, but I do quite love my job, its fun to see their faces as I walk acrost my ropes, the smell of gasoline and the whirring of saws singing through the air. Some of my favorite acts require some stitches but all those who work the circus have to be ready for some Pain. Sometimes its nice to settle down in a city for a while but the crowds always dwindle so we must go on, keeping a fun time on the road is always nice, Specially because I'm not the one driving. The open road with a good drink and a fun crowd in the cab is the life for me.

I love my job, the faces of the children as I wheel out, revving and raving for all the crowd to see. Sometimes its a tight rope, often its juggling, some of my favorites are trapeze, those folks are always enjoyable, the oohs and ahhs of the crowd, oh how it strokes my ego. Keeping my acts well, I maintain a certain safety. No one wants broken merchandise. But what I spend it on isn't too strange, most of my green goes to my Ringmaster, the greedy piece of shit, though its cheaper than rent my take is crumbs to his bread. AND by FUCK cigs are expensive, every town it feels I'm dropping half my dough on them. The repairs witch should be covered by Him are out of pocket always saying whoever broke it has to pay for it.

Oh, how those who took from me will SING, I will make them Dance as the flames of HELL lap at their skin. Oh how they took from me from my friend, my poor poor pet, They Burned her, they singed her fur, oh how her flesh Crackled as they held her in the embers. They will not die, no no, their lives with continue, death would be too kind for them, I will Make their bodies WRITHE, The cacophony of their singing voices would be so soothing to my ears oh how they will burn, I will get my revenge, no matter Who I kill, How much I must do, they will SUFFER, Reduced to nothing more than writhing Maggots in my wake.

I lived a wonderful life, oh how I enjoyed my childhood, though it changed after I met Them, They were wonderful at first, took me drinking, taught me the wonders of freedom, They called themselves the Vipers, I loved their shitty little gang, they were so cool to little old me, how they fooled me. I let them know everything about me, my family, my friends, oh I loved that they finally listened. They turned against me, they stole from me, not just items but my family as well, I watched them torch my home, oh how they screamed as their flesh melted from their bones, I could do NOTHING, and once I find those who did this they will be reduced to LESS than NOTHING