I do not know what to make of your death,
surely you meant it as some divine comedy,
the punchline to an absurdist joke on life?
a mockery on the measurement of meaning?
a satire on the insanity of survival?
cause you see, people tell me I am funny,
I don’t see it, but they always seem sincere.
So I was thinking of taking up stand up sometime,
cause as you know, the happy pills don’t work,
and there is all this darkness to squeeze comedy out of.
I thought we stared into the same darkness you and I,
But you could somehow make it a little light,
And I am sure, I will be fine if I can do the same.
But you know I cannot crack a joke I don’t get,
So for comedy’s sake, tell me what your last joke meant!