I am the rain cascading down
Amidst the heavy howl of hollow thunder
I am the midnight mass you said for the one you loved when you were younger
I am a tightrope walker laughing at all the cowards below
I am a breathing apparatus pulled loose from the wall by the angry arm of a former foe
I am comic sans setting as you sit down to type
I am the urge to wake and piss during a sleepless night
I am the dizzying development in an otherwise mundane day
I am the will to get up out of bed in spite of what the demons say
The jokes not funny
No the jokes not funny when you've had enough
The crash test dummy who inhabits your body now is throwing up
The jokes not funny
No the jokes not funny when you've had enough
Ah here your joke's not funny
I am the theatre of the absurd pitched
On the outskirts of a traumatised town
I am the necessary cause and effect analogy
Applied in haste at the scene by a patronising clown
I am a bruised balloon fuelled by cynicism and doubt
I am the voice who uses your words to claw back some clout
I am a virgin of sorts full of vodka
Spewing the secrets of the dead
I am the collective unconscious alive
And thriving, living rent free inside your head.
The jokes not funny
No the jokes not funny when you've had enough
The crash test dummy who inhabits your body now is throwing up
The jokes not funny
No the jokes not funny when you've had enough
Ah here your joke's not funny