Treading

I wished I was funny
I truly do
I thought I was funny
But upon review
They were not laughing at how cleverly
Phrased this woven thought
The cackle was nervously
Thrown ‘cause they just thought the tone
Was begging for a comedic reaction
You don’t get crickets when there’s less than 10
Interacting

Or should you?
Let that dream drown
If it has the right instincts
It will kick in
But don’t let that ego stand in a four-foot pool
And start believing
Just because it can get wet
It knows how to swim