You make a joke
You throw a joke
I am the joke
Can’t I take a joke
They laugh, they look
You smile, I within
I am the joke
What’s wrong, but
They know, I just
Can’t take a joke
I am the joke
It is me
And they laugh
At your jokes
They laugh at me
You grow like
A giant fed by
Their laughter, and
I shrink – tiny, tiny
Me, and that makes
An even better joke
So you say that, too
The laughs swallow
Me up, tiny me
disappears
Like
a
joke
Talking to the Clouds 
I get this one! Totally! Laughed at, laughed with, laughed about. I’m known for not getting jokes, and I’m cool with that. Also have experienced feeling like a joke. This is good! 🙂 Now I’m smiling! No Joke! 😀
Good, sad and with meaning.
Jim
thanks
I have never liked the type of humor that sacrifices another’s feelings for entertainment of others…this poem strikes a nerve for me.
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You’re welcome!
Beautiful.
Thank you.
Oo, ouch; been there. Love this.