I'm never sure when to laugh.
To some it comes easy as breathing
But I need a graph,
A custard pie chart to show just where
To slap the schtick.
Like taking the ****.
Take the mike, centre stage,
Now give it back, make it stick.
Isn’t it free to share now it's been taken?
When was it ever owned? Ever mine?
Don't worry, it's fine.
It was your line anyway,
Yours to cross.
Find your mark and overstep it.
Near knuckles bleed.
Punch line, punch bag.
Life's funny like that.