A Million Little Whispers

He wanted to be a comic,
as he had a real knack for self-depreciating humor
The problem became though he was really, really good at it
A bitter bar of irony:
He was a comic they took seriously
People would pout, instead of laugh,
they would approach him after shows to see if he was alright.
This drove him crazy for one, but for another,
it was crushing to realize he was, somehow, too good.
But all ends well, he digs through the scrap,
retrieves his cans, takes them to market,
He becomes a motivational speaker,
as he’d a real knack for no longer drinking and using drugs.


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