Genius & the Jester
A crazy anthropologist
Met a jaded novelist
Just before the sun went down
They talked and talked of politics
The monarch and the communist
The only ones alike in town
And just as they were leaving
The bartender said
"When are you gonna remove
The cotton wool from your head?"
And the taxi didn't take too long—
But the genius & the jester
What a perfect sight to behold!
In need of something better
Things grow old
The gloomy young photographer
A dutiful philosopher
Whose pictures seemed to turn back time
She asked the court stenographer
Just what she really thought of her
To which she didn't bat an eye
And just as they were leaving
The prosecutor said
"When are you gonna remove
The cotton wool from your head?"
And the jury didn't take too long—
But the genius & the jester
What a perfect sight to behold!
In need of something better
Things grow old...
Are you alright?
Your heart is tugging on my sleeve
You hold me tight, but
Your eyes are begging me to leave
You ask me why
I always forget to call when I get home—
A life archived
Is not a life at all
A perfect memory
Is framed and hung up on the wall
You said "hold tight,"
I'm waiting for you to call my name—
Met a jaded novelist
Just before the sun went down
They talked and talked of politics
The monarch and the communist
The only ones alike in town
And just as they were leaving
The bartender said
"When are you gonna remove
The cotton wool from your head?"
And the taxi didn't take too long—
But the genius & the jester
What a perfect sight to behold!
In need of something better
Things grow old
The gloomy young photographer
A dutiful philosopher
Whose pictures seemed to turn back time
She asked the court stenographer
Just what she really thought of her
To which she didn't bat an eye
And just as they were leaving
The prosecutor said
"When are you gonna remove
The cotton wool from your head?"
And the jury didn't take too long—
But the genius & the jester
What a perfect sight to behold!
In need of something better
Things grow old...
Are you alright?
Your heart is tugging on my sleeve
You hold me tight, but
Your eyes are begging me to leave
You ask me why
I always forget to call when I get home—
A life archived
Is not a life at all
A perfect memory
Is framed and hung up on the wall
You said "hold tight,"
I'm waiting for you to call my name—
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Writer(s): Olivia Zalevsky
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