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
