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So what do I do.....I'm a comedian,my words are my medium,
writing is tedium when it's laughs your feedin them, feeling like
a wanker when you christen a joke "A Banker", so
it's at the end of your set and one night it fails to even get, a
laugh, you feel daft, like the ground should swallow you whole,
consuming your soul, with nowere left to go, this makes it
sound cold and empty, even hollow, you swallow your pride,
it's still there inside but......when it works..... its Amazing,
your confidence blazing a trail, on a night where you can't fail,
try as you might, theres no fight, when your that good that it's
flowing, your wit alone is blowling, their minds, the pattern of
your lines, the rhythm and the meter, the call-back and
repeater, the tag on the end that they'll tell their friends, it'll
send them home happy and content, for you it's a vent, a
place to repent a chance to purge the serious or absurd, to
get it all heard and off of your chest, stop you getting
obsessed or depressed, you've confessed at your comedy altar,
you didn't falter, you raised the roof, shared some truth, released
some stress, and, at the end took a breath, to steady your stride
towards the next gig, next cig, next drink, new joke....lets think.....
