The Neuroses of the Joker

Would they find it funny,
I wonder?
I long to feel their gales of laughter,
wash over me, like a blanket,
of mothers' love.
Would it be cutting too close,
to the proverbial bone?

I chance my arm.
'A paedophile raped him and he got AIDS',
I chirp, pointing.

Silence.

The victim's mother is horrified.
The school talent show may not have me back.