Our lives are like a comedy series
From the 90's and classic recorded cackles,
Black and white screen tickle our fantasies,
Autumn patters deliver chortles
A box of popcorn
And a ticket to be seen,
The audience inpact overjoyed
To each hilarious scene,
Signature idle of Charlie Chaplin
History remained into our brains,
'Till the thick red curtains are finally falling
Bows and gertures
Do not mess with thr jesters
Because if you do,
They will give you bullets of chapters,
Of laughing,
Laughing,
And laughing
Think thrice, why do you collect these mixtapes?
Zodiac's sunflower suddenly became cozy
Most of the time the crazies,
Make you feel sane
And the normals,
Could make you crazy,
Or worse
Cutting our mourns,
Then savour the sweet devour
During depression—
Then soon,
Came the after laughters,
Laughing,
And giggling,
And laughing
Happy Gum-ball machine
Rainbow Russian roulette
Delighted condolences
May or rather be an insult
Not all 'after laughters' end up—
With good results