Jokes

Good one! Could be better… ehh.

Through the years,

we and they have become weaker.

Full of fluff and chatter that tap, tap, taps, at my brain.

 

My shrill voice says a lil joke, that could kill,

everyone,

in an empty room,

with no one to hear but the mouse scurrying across the wood.

 

The joke itself minds its own business,

trying to become comedic sensual gold.

However the audible audience sits in stone cold silence,

waiting, to judge the ‘metaphor’ behind it.

 

Everyone and everything's on edge,

Ajoke today can be compared to a stone statue,

unable to move, and read in one way. 

 

 

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