A/N: I don't care if he wrote the script or not. I don't care if it was dry humor or if he only had 10 days to prepare. I don't even care that the host on stage had the gall to say such things to every woman there when I've never heard of Jo Koy. Those jokes should have never been said. Period.
With bitten tongues, wrath doest not freefall
but is palatable, seething, controlled.
'Twas fair, sayeth some, yond they quickly recall
to returneth to earthly grounds extolled.
A jest liketh this always finds platforms
from which to recycle such old, tired lore.
A common cyclone of sharp words that swarm
in weary, tiresome, tedious encore.
And before this, a writer's room did fill
as they called upon this sad, sorry quip
for comedy. Who? Men with jesting will
from read-through, dress rehearsal, to his lip.
Oh, when clenched too oft, fists loseth their might!
What good cometh when morals doth take flight?
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Step Aside Shakespeare
Поэзияin which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.
