Ha ha
Ha ha ha
That's a good one
You're killing me here

Ha

It's just the way you said it
The way your face scrunched up
And the little frown at the end of the sentence
You really should look into comedy, you could make some money

Ha

It's your demeanor
And the way you carry yourself
You're a big goof and you can't do anything about it
You were born with a jumbled brain that denies everything but one liners

Ha ha ha ha

You make me sick though
My stomach turns when your mouth opens
I laugh but only because you'll never get the things inside me
I laugh but only because if I don't, then you'll ask what's wrong and then the cycle starts again

"What's wrong?"
Nothing.
"You sure?"
Of course.
"Okay, good."

Ha
Ha ha
What a joke
What a horrible joke