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Enter THE FOOL, this time, very drunk and slurring.
Who the fuck’s fault was all of this?
Really, I ask you? Who the fuck is to blame?
I mean, he got a statue in the middle of town. That Jack guy.
But who knows where is now? Banged up in some loony bin I reckon.
THEY never tell you what happens next. Only what you want to know…
He takes a swig of his beer and wipes his lip. Staggers for a while, before reciting one more limerick.
How I savoured my marvellous break
From political venom – each snake
Of a pol now defanged
And no one harangued
At the time though, I wasn’t awake!
Looks up.
You’re all too fucking sober.
Reaches into his bag and pulls out alcohol.
That’s right. I’m like Mary fucking Poppins.
Passes the audience bottles of beer.
And now, a toast to Jack!
Shuffles offstage.
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