Comedy Question Mark

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


I’m not a poet

There isn’t a lyrical gene in my body

Closest thing to art in me are the poems my Dad wrote from prison. 

 

Can’t rhyme 

Can’tkeepabeat 

The most musical thing about me 

I can sing a low

HhhhhhhhhhhhhOctave 

HhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhC

 

Somehow made you all think I was creative

But I can’t tell apart a blue sky 

From a...blue grey sky. 

 

You said I was incomparable

Like something that couldn’t be compared 

 

Was put on some sort of hill

Now I’m more like that one god    the

Who has to roll the giant rock Up 

Only for it to fall back on me, and I’m rolled flat

Sort of like my singing 

 

I’m not a poet

Sorry I tricked you all 

Can’t sing a line

Can’t write a line

Guess I’ve got to make myself the punch line

 


Submitted: September 28, 2020

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