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Poem Written in the Key of Laughing at Norm Macdonald’s Jokes
In memoriam
Today's tears are different
and unexpected
symptomatic of the saturnine,
deadpan delivery:
now here's the fake news
if I was a moth, I'd be the funniest
God damn moth you ever heard
capable of human speech,
I'd say, hey, wanna hear a story
about how I confused a cockroach
for the President of NBC,
or how I spent a week
talking to a homeless man
wearing a name tag that said
World's Best Dad.
Spoiler Alert: he wasn't my Dad.
He wasn't anyone's dad,
in fact, he was a drug addict
and clinically insane!
I could go on and on
about how if laughter really was
so great a medicine,
I rightfully should have lived forever.
Oh, what's that you say,
not interested in listening
to a moth waxing whimsical
on the philosophies of life?
Well, why then, good sir,
did you choose to leave your light on?
