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"Comic Con Man"
by Jeph Johnson
You blow up my ego like a big balloon
Expanding with each deep breath we take
My attention is drawn like another cartoon
I'm a joke that no joker can make
All I want is to humor, arouse and put smiles
On the happier side of your face
My intention is stylish, yet I know not the styles
So I line up the edges and trace
What's produced is an image I don't recognize
Though it looks like the twin you once had
If the fraternal fall, the identical rise
Still the genes come from your mom and dad
For good measure we take all the notes from the score
And provide more than music to play
Play on words, play on grass, play despite being sore
Just make sure your opponent will stay
The game must go on, the show and the tell
And it matters if you win or lose
You carry your burdens in handbaskets to Hell
Crossing Styx in the devil's deck shoes
But that unruly joker just ain't in the deck
Though his tricks are still in the cards
No one tells another to "just go to heck"
They just give you less glowing regards
Recall when joking was not deemed drama
And puffs were the dragon of magic?
Gags now cause gasping, and sarcasm trauma
I wish comedy wasn't so tragic
Perhaps now the dragon's breath's just a pun
For pompous, grandiose and conceited?
You look in the mirror and find he's the one
Telling you you've been defeated.
