Nothing in this world
Could make him laugh. No humor
Dry or wry, slapstick or farce
Self-effacing or observational
Ever tickled his funny bone
Oh, he had tried to find the humor
In the pratfalls of practiced clowns
And the sarcastic retorts of angry wits
But not one single chuckle
He read books that boasted of laughs on every page
And watched films that advertised
To make you laugh until you cried
Once, he listened to 8 hours of live comedy
Which failed to elicit even the smallest of smiles
The world was too black, he lamented
To anyone who would lend an ear
The world was soulless, he persisted
Full of nothing but dread and fear
Eventually, his dreary demeanor
Drove away each and everyone he knew
And when he realized he was all alone
In a world he saw as hostile, cold and dark
The world finally made him laugh
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