Dirge For A Joker Poem by Sylvia Plath
Dirge For A Joker
Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from teh pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.
Behind mock-ceremony of your grief
Lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham;
You never altered your amused belief
That life was a mere monumental sham.
From the comic accident of birth
To the final grotesque joke of death
Your malady of sacrilegious mirth
Spread gay contagion with each clever breath.
Now you must play the straight man for a term
And tolerate the humor of the worm.
Oh! you are dead, Ok I am coming behind you. Just a cup of tea and a few biscuits.
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4/23/2024 5:47:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Like a hamster in a cage my.mind goes round and round no.answers nothing sage I listen for a sound I need a sign a word i struggle through the night the world is so Absurd and i j just can't get it right why is life so difficult? Why is life so strange? Why am I so different? .Why am I insane? I get no answers nothing wise Only old worn alibis
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