Come gather ‘round friends,

Wherever you are,

And refute the claims,

That I can’t do small talk.

Come acquaintances and colleagues,

Who know me well,

And confirm my claim,

That I do banter.

Come “girlfriends”,

Present and past,

And refute the allegations,

That I’m too earnest.

There’s a lover in the story,

Who needs to hear,

That too, I joke,

And it’s not some idle claim.

I enjoy the memes,

And giggle ecstatically,

I banter on the mundane,

And yes, my jokes are darker.

Yes, I enjoy Sartre,

And commune with Montaigne,

Jest with Søren, and like Sophocles,

So what of that?

Diogenes, a friend,

Aurelius a mentor,

Seneca my teacher,

But what of them?

Come on my teachers,

Please heed the plea,

And tell them,

That too, am a jester.

Come on lawyer friends,

And plead my case,

And make the ruling,

That too, I banter.

Come on father and mother,

And help me quip;

Here, I am,

I am ready, my lady.