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They snicker when the mic pops, when I miss the beat; I bow as if we planned it—sticky floor, hot lights. You clap first, tug me toward the amber Fresnel glow— we tune the sting to a hook we can hum. Humour, gentle, turns blades to bells; it rings us open—snare between the ribs. If I’m the joke, then laugh with me; I’ll bend that echo into melody. Make a choir of every tease. Let the house lights hold the punchline. A hush, a wink, a counting-in— then joy, on two and four.
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Mic pops, I miss time Sticky floor, hot lights I bow like we planned it You grin, you hold sight You pull me to warm glow Amber lamp on my face We tune up the little sting Till it hums in place Soft joke turns blades to bells Snare hits under my ribs If I’m the joke tonight Laugh big, I’ll make it lift laugh with me sing with me make the joke a melody laugh with me Tease me, I stack parts House lights hold the line Hush falls, I wink once We count in, feel fine One breath, then we drop back Joy lands on two and four Your hands turn jeers to keys We open up the door I bend that echo bright I wrap it round the beat If I’m the joke tonight We dance it on repeat laugh with me sing with me make the joke a melody laugh with me Turn the sting to a hook Turn the hook to a home laugh with me sing with me make the joke a melody laugh with me laugh with me sing with me make the joke a melody laugh with me
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