Tonight, I will pick up a righteous fight,
The one I'll definitely lose.
But who am I to choose
Between triumph and fiasco?
I'd be a filthy rascal
To just ignore this scream for help,
The eardrums smashing yelp.
I sharpen knives; I spur my horse,
I lead my wars in suppressing a sprouting remorse
For the things I haven't yet done,
But am about to. I stun
And kill my inner voice —
Indeed, as if I have a choice —
I simply follow the plot,
Tell me, is there somebody who's not?
Sometimes, I wish I were
A statue of a shy cyclops,
Carefree and unaware
Of bitter sobs,
And hurtful thoughts,
And rancid rainy days —
These days, they pass;
The feeling stays.
But I surpass the surplus
Of these shallow emotions,
I'm better off; they stall my locomotion.
I swing my sword —
Now, not a word,
Not anymore. A soundless swish.
I grant your wish,
My wish. As dumb as a fish
The head on a dish.
Sheesh!
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Comments (4)
Bahaha Cynanide and happiness!! 😁😆 There’s a lot of loose heads out there! Thanks for sharing this one from your last piece!
I like your rhyming on such off-key notes like "rascal/fiasco"--great effect. Again you give a tasty blend of morbid and bright, materialistic and dreamy. "Carefree and unaware Of bitter sobs, And hurtful thoughts, And rancid rainy days —"
Andrei that comic was the icing on top of a fantastic poem! Literally laughed out loud at the comic, what a plot twist! So clever! 🤣
I really enjoyed this, very unique. And a lovely flow to it!