School had ended and the comedy club had just begun. I was shy and only enjoyed watching others tell jokes. Though I liked writing my own, I never shared them with anyone. This afternoon we had an extra-long meeting and everyone had a turn…but me.

 “Hank.” Joe, the head of the group called out. This was it, I had been called up. 

“Come on.” My friend Jace whispered. 

“I can’t,” I replied.

 “Come on shortcake,” said Joe. Jace pushed me onto the stage. I stood there in fear. I looked around and my eye caught a hammer sitting on a shelf. 

“ What did the hammer say when it got home from work?” 

Everyone was silent. 

“ Nailed it!!”

Someone let out a chuckle but nothing more than that. 

My eyes scanned the room again till they met our pet betta fish, Willy. 

 “Knock knock,” I said.

“Who's there?” everyone replied. 

If boulders were corporate america
My sister was a white buisnessman
She could scale walls faster
Than winfield's flyball
Hit that bird
She just rose
Until the carabiner
Cracked
When the white lillies were wheeled out
I was asked to perform a tribute to her life
It didn't go well
You could say
I hit rock bottom