Mr. Humor M. Use Has Moved!

Where IS that b*****d?

"Return to Sender; No Forwarding Address"

 

Came from the Post Office when I checked the mail

 

Damn, I need to get a hold of him,

 

Without his input I'm about as humorous

 

As someone who doesn't even crack a smile

 

When they hear the punch line, 'Why, am I Coming Apart?"

 

When I started off down, he was always good for a topic,

 

He'd suggest a humorous scenario that I could write about

 

I guess he got fed up with my constant nagging;

 

But he of all muses should understand my plight;

 

After all, he is  a humor muse, for f***s sake!

 

I guess he could laugh at others, but not himself;

 

No, not himself, because humor is closer to drama

 

Than most people realize; now what am I supposed

 

To do, huh?  Nothing but dark shadows pop into my head

 

He's probably kicking back on a warm beach somewhere,

While I'm slogging through gray, rainy days;

 

Well, screw you Mr. Humor Muse; I'll show you;

 

You f****d with the wrong guy; let's see:

 

'There was this one guy who's life blew, ah...'

 

Why?  Son of a b***h, I got nothing!

 

Please, please, come back; I can't do this without you!

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

You can't nag at a muse or plead with it or order it around. It's there or it's not. Suggest you read Frankie J.'s poem on the subject.

[Michael Stevens]

You're correct, it's either there or it's not; I checked out Frankie J's poem; very witty!