The Comedian

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THE COMEDIAN

The comedian stood atop his hill,
Yet very few opposed him,
His hill was large but not the largest and he stayed until sun dim.

In the evening the funny man began to lose his charm,
He stood proud, blasting jokes at the naysayers coming quickly from the farm,

He loved the hill to death but this was simply a façade,
He stood atop in the light, to assure himself applaud,

He used the terrain because it was easy to defend,
His jokes would last as his weapons against those he offends,

But when night falls no is around to hear this man perform,
And he becomes just like them until the arrival of the morn,

And in this time the lonely shell tells jokes into the night,
For this is the only way for him to feel safe until the light,

He curls himself into a ball and hopes for the hill,
But in this time he has no jokes for the peoples amuse and thrill,

Until one night the lonely comedian went to the hill at dark,
What he found was no hill but just trees and he sat against the bark,
Morning never came this time, and the comedian left no mark.