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 

Quizzical looks, 

Blank stares,

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

Being misunderstood.