Dead Man Laughin’
Comedians die,
Nightly —
Sometimes twice.
Their dreams squeezed,
Tightly —
In a vice.
Who knows,
Even slightly —
Stings they feel.
Though we ask
(impolitely)
“Is it really real?”
Comedy kills,
Nightly —
With pokes & pecks.
Yet its victims beg,
Brightly —
“Can I be next?”
© 2016 j.s.lamb
VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gpSkSfX9Co&feature=youtu.be
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