This is the story of a comic script gone all wrong.
I hurled the crumpled paper
My script, bejewelled
By courage that seemed ancient,
Nested provoking humour.
Words on it sprinkled
Along the wind which carried
My dreams,
Of laughter beyond seams
As though illicit in purpose
Into obscurity…
An ignorant attempt at humour
What nerve?
At a time like this!
Questions of frozen reality
Spiked up like pillars of the mirage
Holding it strong
Are we there yet?
Can we laugh at ourselves?