The Comedian

"No one doth get the joke like I get joke.

What in the fuck is wrong with me, my dear?

I toss and turn each night to bully's croak

And learn no news of sanity but beer.

I'll get the bastards drunk enough to howl.

That must be secret lube to comic cock.

When they begoggle my good yammagrowl

Then –sooth– to my success shall come the flock.

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"But bloody hell, then is that really fun

To know that I've no wit without the less?

Can I find peace of bed if drink's my gun?

Perhaps the comic gods won't cheaters bless."

'Fuck if I care; I just want cash n' sex.

I shan't let these complexities perplex.'