Obvious Parody

Ominous Ambiguity

Give us an hour for madness

We of the broken cock

We of the flashing lights

and squirting flower

We of comedic treasure's breed

We of laughter and the fright

Give us the weed

That we need

A night of fun

Give us just one more

Pun

White in color

In clown shoes

A double entendre

Just for you

and for your silly

Cupid Stunt

A face full of pie

Up front

Double marquee

Obvious Parody

Has mocked thee

Do you know comedy exists in a coloring book

Do you that clowns are running our schools

Without a care

Without a prayer

Like a painted mime trapped in the middle of a rainstorm

We're careening headlong into the coming punch line

We're hoping for laughs from a stone deaf crowd

We're laughing at something that's laughing at us

The blind lead the blind

through a pataphorical maze of

proto-apocalyptic, pseudo-poetic words

In a phallic pantomime of polemical poetry

Devoid of pathos

Trapped in a theatre of the absurd

Absence is the understanding

of the punch line

lying wasted

in the emptiness of being

and the nothingness seen

in a Pantalone stance

Once the meaning is unveiled

we will unearth a new gospel

with a lucid theophany

of our new found Lord Trickster

and his comedic epiphany

Where is the laughter

Applause & ovation.

Where is my dear Columbine

weeping sadly

dying and crying

Where are the jokes

quietly screaming

trapped like rats

somewhere backstage

of a comedy heaven

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