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."