Poems and Poetry

I Am the Comic | A Poem by G. Louis Heath

Who squeezes all the adrenaline
out of your pituitary gland.
I have no mercy at the open mic,
rolling you into the aisle,
pummeling you with dark humor,
wreathed in ebony crepe.
I leave you DOA,
dead on the aisle.

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