I Need a Better Audience

Oh, you are so funny they said. Meaning it in every terrific way. But I did not mean to be. I was just myself, and became a novelty for a while. Then I became common, and they lost interest in me Finding a new comic, one who had fresh material. My stuff had gotten old. I was dumped into a trash bin. I made some jokes to entertain the others Who had been dumped also. Some pretended to laugh. Others remained angry and irritated. A rough crowd, I told myself. I need a better audience. I looked in a variety of places Always coming back to my mirror rolling my eyes.