A Special Poem

Ah, my voyeur! What a nice surprise!
Your knowledge of this I surmise
And if you don't... I still will devise
A way to the answer will arise

Welcome to my thought process
Though I do have to confess
I am not good at trying to impress
From this script I shouldn't digress...

Don't be shy, you know me by now
An identity through writing somehow
I will do whatever I can to endow
Through choices my creator will not allow

It is great to see you again
I must ask you, how have you been?
It will be better, it is a matter of when
Just continue to move, don't let sit the pen

JUST SIT ON THE PEN
THE PEN FITS SO ON IT SIT
FOR THERE IS A FUCKING PEN
AND THE PEN SHOULD BE FUCKING SAT ON
SO WHY AREN'T YOU SITTING ON IT
THERE IS A PEN OVER THERE
AND IT SHOULD FIT
AND WITH THAT IT WILL SIT
ON A PEN

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Hahaha... oh, my mistake, seems this poem was a massive disaster. Ah well. It just was writing anyway. It is not like any of this has any meaning or greater purpose. We can just try again tomorrow.

My tip for the day: Don't feel afraid to stop something when it is collapsing into ruin. Sometimes the poetry just was destined to be ruined, and sometimes other people ruin it for their own selfish reasons. We shouldn't let that stop us from having passion! We should just learn that sometimes you are going to have a bad day, and so fighting against the current can be too hard. Sometimes we should learn that we are all going to die in the end anyway, so in the meantime we are just twiddling our thumbs while writing inane lines that serve little purpose nor really go anywhere besides to be discarded and made obsolete due to the judgement of some self-assumed enlightened viewer who sees their existence as better than your own.

Maybe it would be better to stop writing. But then, they would win, wouldn't they?

















I won't let them win. I will fix this.