The joker will remain a joke,
With pernicious words that ought to choke,
On unwary victims he takes hold;
Acid rains from his spout,
As his lies spring forth some doubt,
To bring his vantage about;
The games he laid,
On the pawns he played,
Gave him power, while he's left unscathed;
No one will come through,
When the joke turns on you;
And all your faults will be displayed.