O you made him into a caricature:
A kind of second rate clown; a hollow man.
Yet he was unique; a comedic genius;
A bold chameleon: changing styles all the time.
His timing was impeccable. The laughter flowed.
He was the king of improvisation, for nothing
Worth commenting on, would pass his curious eyes.
You dour, constipated critics should shut up!
You excel in mediocrity. I see right
Through your fake cynicism.Just because you lack
Talent, does not offer you the God given right,
To put others down; especially the great ones!
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