Intellectual Humor

All of our smiles fall short

Miss their mark.

You think you're so genuine,

So encapsulated by your

Inner joy.

Trust this

That I am telling you,

Your time will come,

Your demons will outrun

Your diligent race

To the center of your Soul.

Don't have any demons?

Well, don't worry,

I can change that for you soon enough.

Oh, no, it's no trouble,

In fact, I absolutely insist.

You need this gift ,

If you don't have it.

It's our birthright,

Our defining trait,

This agony, fear, terror, hate.

Our loneliness, insecurities, .Our OCD, our polarity shifting brains.

Our ache.

That ache, that ache, that ache.

The ache we smile with,

To let everyone else know it's okay,

So we can be left alone in our loneliness

To go on trying being human

Just one more day.