You've got to laugh
By Parson Thru
There’s a man lying dying in a hospital bed.
He’s my uncle.
And I think to myself “Why wait?”
“What’s the point?”
Just hanging around.
It’s all we ever seem to do.
Waiting to do right by everyone else.
no one else gives a fuck.
On this hand I’ll count them.
So why am I hanging around?
Because, like him,
I've nothing better to do.
Weighed down with the responsibility of being,
we turn the whole thing into a comedy.
Breathing our last.
in the end we know that it's all a joke.