I gave it a quick try, but unfortunately I seem to have forgotten to put any jokes into it:
THE SCREAM
The sky turned red as blood. Exhausted, tense,
anxious, with anxiety that's shared
by all of nature, leaning on a fence,
as tongues of scalding flame like torches flared
across the sorry canvas of damnation,
I felt a dawning sunrise of despair
paint streaks across a canvas of negation
and knew that what I felt was everywhere,
and from my stomach's pit, the place my soul
would lurk if I could still believe in magic,
I felt a force beyond my self-control,
beyond the consolations of the tragic,
a horror, since I knew it was no dream,
and gave the only thing I could: a scream.
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