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Clown Mic

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By Forest GreenPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Step up to the mic, looking brave with your smile,

Stealing premises from Twitter circa 2012.

You got a comedy special? Man, that’s tragic news,

Even Netflix is canceling your unpaid dues!

You pause for the laughs like a broken-down mime,

Sweating through your jacket, missing every damn rhyme.

Saying “tough crowd” when they stare in disgust

Nah, the only thing dying on that stage is your trust.

You do crowd work cause your written stuff sucks,

Begging for hecklers just to scrape up some bucks.

"Where are you from?" "What do you do?"—boring as hell,

You got the delivery of a toll-booth bell

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Forest Green

Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.

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    Written by Forest Green