He struggled weakly with his opening lines
And smiled as he saw the time pass by
He counted the seconds to take his cue
His counted the audience, they were too few
He told a joke that no one laughed at
He turned to look where that girl had sat
He took a sip from his hip flask
And went on with his thankless task
He searched his pockets for lost papers
And turned to tell another comic caper
He realized he played to an empty hall
His voice reflected by bare walls
He returned home without being paid
He didn't curse or put it to fate
The Comedian for all purposes was broke
He laughed and worked it in a joke
8 comments:
I love it when u write like this.
good stuff dude
"He laughed and worked it in a joke"
Loved this ....
It was good but was unable to express the emotions you were trying.
too fucking good.
too much you
just too good. keep coming back to it.
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