Humour Minus Wit

Updated: Mar 6, 2021

Although he was a criminal

His face exuded glee

The light behind his eyes

Expectingly bewildered me

So speak now about sorrow

You criminally happy man

And tell me of your life

Your thoughts and future plans

Though if you think its time

To give up on all of it

Then raise your arms and

Cower down with humour minus wit

For humour is a tool

The depressed use to hide in

And wit does not help

When your fate is already decided

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