It was the first time I killed a man. 

Not literally, but metaphorically.

Dead in the water,

Searching for a laugh,

A silent room,

Suicide to a comedian.

I heckled,

It was a good heckle,


Side-splittingly so.

And everyone turned 

To look at me,

Applaud me,

Forgetting him.

I killed bad comedy,

And a bad comedian 


© Caro Ness 2015