A Strange Stew

Comedy is like a passing wind

blowing from the North

Shudders on the Windows are

nailed shut

The animals sense disaster

But soaring like an eagle above

Parody flies high into the light

Parody is an intoxicating brew

One part comedy

One part mockery

Mixed into a strange stew

Some call it medicine

for the starry-eyed dreamers

With paper wings, shadowed

monsters laughing at the innocent

Others see the demon unleashed

& raise a glass in a toast to this beast

Parody is the drunken fool

Why do I drink?

So I can create this monster

Sometimes I let it all hang out

and run with the thoughts inside my head

like a lucid dream

when I awaken

I look at the reality

I look for meaning

in this crazy world I've created

Forgive me and the drunken

sardonic thoughts in my head

I want to hear the final words

of the dying comic