Comedy and Tragedy

[brynmawr1]

There he stood,
a small man far below.
Fourteen months sober:
an interloper,
gone where he shouldn't go.

He told his story;
chilling to the core,
of little girls and razorblades-               This is chilling (to the core)
the toke plume, the way it fades,
and drugs he took before.

He had us ask questions--
this miniscule man,
sadly only an uninterested two
broke through.
Unnapreciated, off he ran.

I had a question for him 
when the lights were dim,
"What was it like overdosing
only to wake up for more?
What was it like when your children
witnessed overdose four?"

I later made jokes about drugs
of which the small man wouldn't approve.
but He would have found them funny
if he had he stuck around for
question three.  For some reason "two" feels better to me.  I know you are trying to rhyme with funny, but...

Hi Semi,

I just found this one.  It is so inspired.  I have a few tweaks shown above.
Thanks,
bryn