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,
Funny,
Side-splittingly so.
And everyone turned
To look at me,
Applaud me,
Forgetting him.
I killed bad comedy,
And a bad comedian
Tonight.
© Caro Ness 2015