Lesson 37
Sincerity is a sin, so to speak,and each spoken word here is a farce,
yet the farcical is what earns laughs,
but the laughter is empty unlike the glass
on each table, sat fore bodies that thirst
for more than beer, they want a time,
good, but have settled for occupied,
because what’s home is an emptiness
better left
unprodded and undefined.
So, each stranger goes on stage to spit
some jokes or stories, with the intent
on who can get the loudest laughter,
or the most eyes to engage on them,
and in this process each can find
a balm to their loneliness, bathed
in eyes they think only sees them
but really, simply, have only clung
on the newest sliver of entertainment
that comes and goes
until an end
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-12 at 05:46
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