Perhaps I’ve got a
Sense of humour disorder
Don’t laugh
It’s not funny.
You act like a clown
You just mess around
A prankster through and through
What am I meant to do?
The things you say
The games you play
You get in my way
And tell me to cheer up (wtf).
Perhaps I’ve got a
Sense of humour disorder
Don’t laugh
It’s not funny.
Everyone laughs at you
Things you say and things you do
I try to see the funny side, too
But I can’t
I hear chanting voices
Saying I’m boring
For not laughing
And ignoring
See eyes rolling
And people just yawning
When they look at me.
Perhaps I’ve got
A sense of humour disorder
Don’t laugh
It’s not funny.
I have laughed and I’ve joked
In different places with different blokes
And women too
In the past I’ve had a blast
But just don’t see eye to eye
With you – you’re a bit crazy
And perhaps I am maybe
More of a serious kind
With different thoughts
In my mind
And I’m blind to what makes you tick
We will never click, but other people do
With you, it seems
I’ve got a sense of
Humour disorder
Don’t laugh!
It’s not funny
Don’t laugh!
It’s not funny.
© 2024 – Colin E. Pyle