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LAUGH
By Thad I laugh at really racist jokes I laugh at fat and ugly folks I laugh at sick and twisted stuff And people who aren't smart enough Please don’t think I’m delirious But why should I be serious? The world does not need anymore Hard asses to make life a bore In my room there is a section Where I can see my reflection Cause there's a mirror on my shelf So I look and laugh at myself I try to keep from getting sad Cause when I do, some will get mad To them I'm just someone to use As if my job were to amuse I know it's extremely inane To think that I must entertain Of course it's obvious I could But that does not mean that I should If I am joking with a friend It's likely that I will offend But that's because I'm being me Not everyone thinks I'm funny What I find funny, most find sad If someone’s sickened, then I’m glad Think I’m a jerk? Well I don’t care I will not hesitate to share “It’s not appropriate”, they say “To mock the fags, to call them gay” Everyday I feel quite crappy I don’t care if you aren’t happy My humor is all I have left I won't hold back to laugh at death Because when my life is all done It's better that I had some fun Most people aren't that sardonic Often confused with demonic I'll recognize the one who's saved By he, who laughs, while at my grave
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