My Name, a Fame.

As promised, I will certainly provide you with my juicy sequel for the up and coming hit about Joki the Jester (please feel the success of the first one in Sofea's), but first I shall spread some glory for my name.

Thine brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage*, the mind runs

Helter skelter like a high spirited school girl in a forbidden village, have you
Insisted on paying back those unrelenting times of your parents trying to keep you safe?
Ruffling others feathers you dare not, but raging inside you like an anguished cave?
Under which circumstances do you live in, certainly not yours, are you in
Vain that things are not up to your hierarchy?
In spite of all those, you are still not here, but in virtual reality,
Nasty little imp, why do you question your existence in the form of mankind?
Or just an extra terrestrial pretending to be human?
The onslaughts of mysteries, unreal and unnatural pushing over you,
Hereby lie to rest if you're back in her,
In fact, your mind is a behemoth of what's not in here and that
Nurtured you in becoming a freak, a weirdo or a one of a kind, there is more faith
In you than in a stewed prune, so stay ahead like you're avenging your many times lost shoes.

*adapted from Shakespear

I've got to thank my English lesson for this stupendous idea and my BM tuition teacher who says that names should be felt proud of, and thus woe betides us if it is not written at least 2cm long on the worksheets provided.