Comedy

This is a joke.
Life is a joke.
Comedians are prophets, teetering on the precipice over a great abyss,
An endless void of all knowing..knowing nothing.

Life is a joke with limitless potential and possibility, but with only one punchline.
Punctuated by lines that never left Pryor's mind,
Were stifled in Carlin's heart,
Can be found in the breast-pocket of Bernie's church suit,
Fell out of Kinnison's trenchcoat,
And into Chappelle's hands.

Like a breath on the wind, soft whispers from court jesters lend life lessons.
They know life lived is also life lessened.

Faith is not lost on lovers of comedy, one imparted:
"Why do folks live in Tornado Alley?
Because God will protect them?
Who do you think sent the tornado?"

Sick and twisted, and in-synch with what's sane,
Comedians light fires under complacent kindling, a calculated 'killing'.
Poignant and poisonous philosophers with a secret;
Some solace in this truth: it's all a joke.

And comedians are prophets, sitting on the rim of Gabriel's trumpet,
Glaring at the warning
Stirring in the angel's throat.

Laughing, they get it.
Unforgettable..