Trying to make a joke funny is like trying to relax.

You can’t shove the laughs down their throats

anymore than you can swallow the angst

that presses against the back of your neck in the spotlight.


Especially since the best laughs explode from the belly

like a volcano bursting along the mountainside,

puffing smoke and lava from its pinnacle

until the whole valley below has been covered in a humorous ash.


And even after you’ve gotten the whole office covered in soot,

there will always be someone to ruin the fun

by reminding you how terribly the people of Pompeii suffered

while they choked to death at the hands of your joke.



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