Boiling in my lungs, tungsten gas and hot air, bellowing flame with a snort,
Chortling with ease, pleasing you to stop, got me hot under the collar with chuckles,
Buckling down and squeezing necks, flexing pecs, doing the giggle trek,
You’re killing me, spontaneously and rhetorically,
But I can’t help but laugh track, hazmats filling the room with laughing gas,
I’m doing the “ha ha,” “rah rah,” “oh la la” in my trachea,
Flaking the skin and bursting from within,
Slipping slowly back to state, under pressure, exasperate,
Maniacally cracking up with style, sit, have tea, stay awhile,
The madness here? Don’t ever cease, just keeping laughing with us freaks,
You can scorn us, turn the other cheek, we refuse, elegant nor meek,
So “ha ha ha,” just laugh in trust, I think we’re close to cracking up.
Laugh Track.
