3WP: Stand-Up, Comedy, Show

mollycatlos
Aug 24, 2025
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Is it a comedy or a tragedy

That you give out

The gift

Of attention?

Your stand-up persona

Doesn’t mention

Who you are

When you’re lying down:

It’s not the same person

Who makes magic with verbs

And who enunciates words

Pretending you’re the happiest clown.

Because outside of your venue

You select from a menu

The amount of you

You’re willing to show.

And if I didn’t know better

I’d suggest that you let her (and them and him and her)

Think it was fine

To unwind and go slow.

But your truth is fast-moving

And there’s no way you’re proving

That attention

Isn’t as addictive as blow.

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