Alright, I need to get some things off my chest. First of all, What you see above, these are not true fools. What you are seeing are the media's idea of a fool; a clown. These bozos bonk heads, spray water out of buttons, drive around in mini cars.  The art of performance has been lost upon them, amid honky noses and balloon animals.  

I am not a clown.  

I am a fool. I am a weaver of intricate words, a performer of songs and lost tales, an mere background piece at day, an entertainer by night. I tell stories of betrayed love, I free lost sonnets from their bindings. I am a storyteller, a poet, a teacher. Do not get your petty clowns confused with the likes of a real Fool.