Jealous Of Myself

I place bets against my luck,

Then try to prove myself a fool.

These deadly games that I keep winning,

They have foiled me like a tool.

I will always change the rhythm

Just to make a clown out of you.

My map is a stained napkin,

And I’m running out of dusty clues.

But don’t judge me harshly,

Don’t cut your chin on the fences.

I’m jester’s favorite martyr –

And my dim fate is a consequence.

I roll dice to bankrupt me,

Then try to cheat every time.

This is my last-ditch effort

To end this shallow pantomime.

-Jackie