Laughter is a medicine,
Or so they say,
But to me, laughter is a hell,
In which I can't get away.
Laughter is normal for me,
It's not extraordinary.
Yet it bothers me when others laugh.
I'm not that funny by even half.
Nobody should laugh when I joke,
Because my jokes are sick.
Laughter is one letter from slaughter,
Which is what should happen to me when I joke.
I'm a fake,
A phony,
A big slice of baloney.
When people laugh because me,
Their minds are unwell,
To me, laughter's not a medicine,
It's a living hell.
Kinda took a turn for the worse, eh? Some days I actually feel like this, though.
-Prosciutto
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