I’d love to be a stand-up comic
For now I’m still in hiding
Behind guitars and poetry
Just like the one I’m writing
They say you have to pay your dues
And they don’t mean with money
There is one other giant hurdle
I’m really not that funny
You have to rip your guts out
And throw them on the stage
And let the crowd just trample them
While holding back your rage
Then there is the road life
Driving from town to town
I get lost so easily
And I don’t like the sound
Of silence when I tell a joke
That no one wants to hear
Instead of filling up the room
I would watch it clear
But still I entertain the thought
Like a dangerous romance
You just might see me try my hand
And watch me crap my pants
P.S. I finally did stand-up and do it frequently now. Get out there and let it rip!
2017 - John B Murphy III - All Rights Reserved
