Clowned by Comprehension™

It’s funny how the room gets quiet

the moment understanding shows

up.

You thought confusion was your

cover.

You thrived in half-truths,

counted on me not catching the

math, swore the fine print was too

fine for me to ever read between

the lines.

But the gag is—

I did.

And when comprehension walked

in, you weren’t a mastermind

anymore.

You were a clown—

caught with your paint smeared,

your tricks exposed,

your little circus collapsing

because the audience finally saw

the strings.

Clowned by comprehension.

That’s the tragedy of

underestimating someone who

actually pays attention,

actually listens,

actually reads,

actually remembers.

You weren’t undone by hate,

or by shade,

or by vengeance.

You were undone by

understanding.

And that’s the part that stings

most—

when the truth is so obvious

it doesn’t even need a punchline.

Just comprehension.

And the clown reveals himself.