There is Nothing More

There is nothing more
funny to me
Than a man
who thinks he is free

There is nothing
better to amuse
Than a man
angered by my ruse

No no this is not right.
Have I sold myself to them?

Have I become nothing more
than a cheap, petty whore?

Have I lapsed to this characterization?
Fallen to this summary of a mass generation?
Tripped in a pit of my own self-degredation?
Can I really be categorized by a generalization?

Must go on...
There is nothing more hilarious than...

There is nothing more hilarious...

There is nothing more...

There is nothing more.
And that is the truth, my friend.
It sought to elude you to the end.

Nothing more.
life-
"a catastrophic bore"

Does it matter?
What I say goes unheard
No one sees
All unlearned...

I warn of future coming
You laugh although
you should be running.

Slight of hand
takes the fear away.
"Look outside-
such a beautiful day."

There is nothing more...

There is nothing more!

There is nothing more.

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