The Jokes on Me

 

 

When I was a kid, my mom used to come into my room…

Wait she still does that… she would ask me why my room is such a mess

I would reply, I was obducted by aliens and they messed my room up

My mom would look at me with doubt, so I would elaborate:

 

My life, a one lined joke

That goes on for pages

Studied by the sages

And unsolved mystery for the ages

 

My life is a sitcom

With no resolve

I’m wading the waves of tourture

My life comes up short

I’m a near miss

I’m the unloving sort

The jokes on me

I’m unfortunate

The jokes on me

My hand even refuses to masturbate

The joke IS ME

 

My lifes a joke

With no punchline

Just waiting to croak

Wanting to hear that flatline

 

The jokes on me

I don’t hear the laughter

The jokes on me

There are no smiles

The jokes on me

All I see are fingers pointing at me

THE JOKE IS ME