My humor is a teenage boy

In a museum full of abstract paintings.

Lost in a world where colors clash and shapes confuse,

Finding meaning in chaos, a snack attack of creativity.

Amused by the randomness, —a giggle in every stroke.

Curiosity arises, exploring the absurd.

Art is a playground for the wild imagination.

Every piece sparks a new laugh.

Slang slipping out, trying to make sense of it all.

Confusion turns into a funny adventure.

Xanadu