Wearing a plaid flannel shirt and bright orange wig,
My father, who looked a lot like Carrot Top,
Confronted me on stage in the middle of my act
And said enough is enough,
He was canceling my allowance.
“Dammit, Gallagher,” he said,
“Six years in stand-up school,
You’re still a prop comic?”
Right then and there, adding to the tension,
An audience member, the dean of a local clown college,
Popped a weasel, my favorite balloon animal.
Now I play the role of a normal person
With regular adult needs and I’m dead
Serious.
Charles B. Snoad 