It’s the joker they see

But

they’re laughing at me

It won’t show

where it really hurts

on the inside

So you’re the

stand-up comic

But

the joke’s on me

It won’t make

any difference

‘cos what you say

is what they see

But

when the bell rings

and your playtime

is over

who will care

and help you mend?

And when I

need a friend

to stick

to the end

the last person

I’d look for

is you

© Kait King, 2015