5/15/2018

Here’s a free style free verse trapped in my creativity

If I had to write a damn poem, guess it should be about me

Narcissistic anarchy dominates the grey, gray, grey

Yes that didn’t mean anything you linguistic snobs stop reading and pay attention

Maketh sense doth I care not for

Which will make me famous after I die

Tom – No, Tom – No, Tom – No

Understand this, we all die alone

But when the reaper comes he will bear my face

For it is my acknowledgement thou cannot attain

That will build doubt and fear into your mind

And destroy your will to carry on

We aren’t friends

Peace is an illusion

Go away

I only need 2 friends and you’re on the bench

Leave me alone

Dogs are great

Stop texting me

Magic isn’t real¹

Stop IM’ing me

Otters are an average creature

Stop emailing me

Ima beat you down in fantasy football next year

Stop watching candles burn how are you not blind yet²

You won’t be safe from my wrath, go Pats

Stop drinking alone³

The bears still suck, NFC north is too strong good luck with that losers

Consider this acknowledgement

The end

#IWishRonSwansonWasMyDad

 

Commentary

The final submission for Landon Acknowledge Me Poetry week comes from the pen of the devil himself: Landom, Ladom, Lam, Peanut Butter, Time Child, “Are you sure you’re not Middle Eastern”, Slayer of Vegetables, Connoisseur of Twizzlers, Friend of Tom (?), the man himself – Landumb.

Of course, poetry month is still alive and well, but the remaining posts will no longer be daily – as shocking as it seems, I do have other things in my life to occupy my time.

(Looks over the last sentence, and immediately realizes how easy it is to spot the lie)

(Considers editing it to be more honest)

(Lacks the self-esteem to do so)

So stay tuned!

Footnotes

1.) Neither is my dignity, but that doesn’t stop me from walking around all day pretending that it’s real. The same can be said for: My faith in others, desire to go to the gym, and tolerance for low sodium snack food

2.) Joke’s on you – I’m 80% there already. Also, my glasses are loose and hang at a very obvious angle. I consider it to be part of my aesthetic – “Blind Angst” (Bangst)

3.) No

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