I'm going to be laughing as much as I can,
trying to make something funny while in my span.
I don't care if there's no joke,
my tickle bone won't miss a stroke.
Got to laugh at this crazy predicament,
not let it drag me down in resentment.

I've never experienced living in body,
this is my first time being somebody.
Then again maybe I'm nothing,
trying to figure out if I'm something.
A being among many others,
who suppose to be my sisters & brothers.

That's even a joke playing,
because some are hate slaying.
None of this foolishness is really funny,
yet my face stays sunny.
As I view out into the sun rising,
nothing humans do is surprising.

It is odd to see a lot of laughing,
quite a few sat around crying.
Maybe I'm a fool of many,
caught up in a trap of plenty?
I can handle the truth!
life can be truly a bad sloth.
Don't mean I have to indulge,
in all lifes negative sludge.
Or none of its sadness inflicted,
I'm a big laugh addicted.

G