Some people wouldn't
Know what humor is
If George Carlin
Was gnawing tit-fuck jokes
Into their lifeless corneas
These walking punchlines
Slip on banana peels
Into their own
Colons
Only finding giggles at
The bottom of their
Five dollar lattes
Pretension clouds the rest
Who knew that
Their emptiness could
Be funnier than
A spinning bowtie
On a townsquare lynching?
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