Like a fool,
A ridiculous tool,
I seem to believe the most blatant of lies.
When I'm told to just go die
I merely smile and say,
Am I really alive anyway?
A jester and a joke,
When people punch me I choke
On my own laughter and tears of mirth,
Completely convinced of my own worth.
So I go on my merry way,
Down the road of life I sway
Drunk on my own sense of wit.
People think I'm mad, since I giggle when I'm hit.
Like a doll, pinch me and I laugh.
On purpose I'll incur your wrath
Just so you will hate me
And want to break me
And I'll just laugh, looking up at you
From the ground where you threw
My bleeding body, and I'll grin.
"Do it again."