Thoughts of the day.

Comedians Poem. Standing on stage, Facing the crowd, winning the room. Having a take on ‘this’ or ‘that’ -‘killing’ or ‘bombing’ feeling a twat. A struggle for laughs, the ultimate like, The good nights, the bad nights (make you feel shite). Is it ‘trying to please’? Or ‘making a stand’? Feeding on laughs, standing your ground. Food for the ego, adrenaline shots Addictive, never-ending. Perfection never found.