I can never be the funny one,
The one that motivates those
Around me to
Laugh with me.
Oh, I have a brittle sort of wit
And possess a few sarcastic rips,
But, somehow, they are never well-placed,
No matter how carefully I think
I’ve chosen them.
For I am nearly always met with
And the occasional bite of offended senses.
So…I settle for being the straight man,
One off of which can handily bounce
Your constant pranks and jollies.
Sure, it sometimes stings,
Being the one who gets laughed at,
But, it is often preferable to the pain of