A Comic’s Confession

 

How’s everyone doing tonight?

Desperate, desolate, depressed, oppressed, conflicted, addicted?

Oh I see, it’s just me.

Thanks for coming to the show, but just so you know

We tell jokes so we don’t choke

On the pain of living day to day

The self-loathing is making our self lonely

But we don’t know any other way.

 

Okay folks, how about some jokes?

 

Knock, knock, who’s there?

It’s the police and we’ve come to take your mother back to prison for missing parole.

Get it?

It means you go in to foster care where they don’t foster care.

The system is a loaded deck where kids are shuffled into full houses.

It’s all hit, hit, hit until 18. Survival is a crap shoot forever

And the odds are never in your favor.

 

How about some different jokes for different folks?

Kids say the darndest things… when you pull them into your van.

 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

So he could escape his abusive father for just one night.

Get it?

His dad’s a cock who will clock you across the face if you speak out of place.

With no destination, an infestation of indignation

Leads our fowl friend to the foul farm of self-harm.

Prepare for despair: Cut, tenderize, marinate, and burn.

Unfair to share? But, realize, appreciate, and learn.

Now, wasn’t that fun?

Ding! Our chicken is done.

 

I’m sorry folks how about a joke?

I just flew into town and boy are my arms tired…

From beating my wife

 

A man walks into a bar

He drinks away the night trying to drown the memories of the family he once had.

Get it?

He comes here for the beer but stays out of fear

That he settled for good enough when good enough wasn’t good enough

Shots

He takes another drink so he doesn’t have to think

About his mistakes, missteps, misfortune.

Shots

At home he leers into the mirror where he hears the cheers

Of his dead wife chanting, “Take your own life!”

“Stop the fight, give up the light and reunite”

As he comprehends the end, his God a fraud,

He takes one last swallow and tries not to wallow in his

Missed stakes, missed steps, missed fortunes.

Shots

 

Wait, don’t hate what I’m trying to say, just stay.

This is the tragedy that creates our comedy.

We talk about our dicks so we don’t have to talk about our debts.

We can’t get a grip on reality and can’t afford to slip into negativity

So we laugh instead of cry and tell our sadness to strangers every night

We beg for a true connection but are rewarded with false affection

As we stand up to do stand-up while you sit, we are split.

One foot on stage and one foot in the grave

Standing alone with the mic we fight to stay in flight

If we fall, that’s all, thank you good night.

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