I tear a hole with a serrated joke.
Jest. Gag.Blague.
I could be happy,
If it wasn’t for reality.
If it wasn’t for the expectations.
There is always another world to prefer.
Laughter is my prayer,
In which case I am quite religious.
Always feel I am watching myself in a film.
A B-movie.
And such a bad actor.
I wouldn’t buy a ticket to see this.
Scaramouche,
What is there
When the laughter dies away?
The giggling,the chuckling,
The sniggering, the tittering,
The belly laughs,
The guffaws?
Ventriloquist’s dummy
Of a mischievous Creator,
I belch and fart
The Infinite.
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