The Stand-up Comedian (1)
I don't wanna move
But I really have to use the bathroom
And I don't wanna talk
It's hard to do anything when you live under a rock
Dark humor like mangled corpses
It's so easy to laugh at
Now I remember that I've always been tortured
Just forget that I said that
And I wanna be happy
But I can't with all this clapping
Echoes of silence resounding through my ears
Nothing is there, but nothing makes up my fears
Double entandres from clever authors
I wish I could explain with some jokes
My life is submerged under water
I wish I could explain with some jokes
And nobody's listening in the theatre
I wish I could explain with some jokes
I'm drinking a lot, been drinking liters
And the most taboo you can get
The better the joke I'd explain my thoughts to you with
I studied mental illness for my novel
It isn't anything to do with personal interests
I studied myself, reflections off glass bottles
I'm just a sock puppet
Wanna hire a new puppeteer?
Nothing is there, but nothing makes up my fears
Double entandres from clever authors
I wish I could explain with some jokes
My life is submerged under water
I wish I could explain with some jokes
And nobody's listening in the theatre
I wish I could explain with some jokes
I'm drinking a lot, been drinking liters
And the most taboo you can get
The better the joke I'd explain my thoughts to you with
And the loudest sound I've ever heard
Is a sleeping boy with a mechanical bird
Squeaking wheels and rusty parts
He wasn't robot, he had a heart
So inhuman, so unreal
The boy and his bird will never heal
And the quietest noise that's ever shrieked
Is a boy who lets out his last scream
And I know I'm gonna die young
And he knew his dad owned a gun
Ask him why he waited so long
He wouldn't answer, "because of this song"
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Probably Something Cliche
PoetryDark Poems from my collection "Something Cliche" These poems are all structured around the experiences and thoughts I've felt throughout my life suffering from an anxiety disorder and depression. This is the world through my eyes, my hor...