The Most Common Poem

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The Most Common Poem

So how many people are gonna complain about fitting in?

And how many times am I gonna meet them with a grin?

I’m not worried about matching their circular logic

I’m a triangle so sharp that I’ll pierce that toxic

Robotic hypnotic drone groan

You can’t be grown till you grow up

The mere sight of your face makes me throw up

I’ve had enough

Of your close minded opinions

Assuming those are even your thoughts you’re thinkin

Or are you drinking from the same bottle

That throttles society, intellectuality

If not then stop me

Cause all I’ve been hearing lately

Is just how bad your self-entitled lives have been daily

And call me crazy, cause how can’t I be

When every single day’s about “me, me, ME”

There’s a fine line between genius and lunacy

And trust me when I say that you’re usually

The latter, stuck on the ladder to fame

Because apparently stupid’s the name of the game

When every dope, dingbat, dolt, and dork

Get’s 20 million hits on youtube for pokin his eye out with a fork

See I’m at the fork, between shoot me now and call me a clown

Since in this town, if you can’t beat’em join em

I get a buzz whenever I write this poem

Cause you see, I’ve said this hundreds of times before

There’s no limit to the lines that I can link

To the crimes of a generation that never thinks

And I apologize to the special few

Who don’t huff and puff the dead brain fumes

Who live in the empty rooms where humans once were

All we have left now are animals with less fur

And if you said that you concur

Congratulations, I applaud you sir

For being a survivor

A striver, a strider

Spreading the wings of intelligence wider

You, make our future brighter

As for the rest of the lot

The thoughtless and think-nots

I’ve got… nothing left to say to you

Nothing to say for you, adieu

Awkward

Oh but wait! There's more! Poetic self-descriptive literary perspective... yeah that sounds good. Let's go with that.

Awkward

Awkward

Even the way I say it is awkward

Awkward has a hard name, a hard face

And a difficult place

Sometimes even no place

I’ve known awkward since the day I was born

We were raised together

We lived together

Chances are… we’ll die together

Now I love awkward

More than awkward will ever know

But awkward is difficult

Uncompromising and unwilling

Awkward is afraid

Of learning what it means to be a person

Awkward will try to shelter me from pains that I can’t see

And people that I can’t meet

Awkward holds me

Limp and lifeless in arms that are tender and warm

But quivering and trembling under their own weight

I bear things for awkward

Hoping, that awkward can bear me

But even I can see

That awkward wants me to be free

Awkward wants me to live my own life

Without strife

Without struggle and burden

And even when awkward’s hurtin

I can feel the push
Not away

But toward brighter days and better ways of living

Of existing

While I may always return home to the corner that awkward and I own

I still leave, awkward and all… alone

The Kind of Guy

Give you all an insight into the mad genius' mind... but I'm not really a genius nor am I actually mad.

The Kind of Guy

Let me tell you a little bit about what kind of guy I am

I’m the kind of guy who lives life like an open book

...unfortunately, you have to open me first to have a look

See, I’m the kind of guy who hates secrets

I think too many people live life with too many regrets

I’m the kind of guy who uses his words wisely

...and unwisely and impolitely

It’s just... I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t take things lightly

I’m serious and forthrightly, though people might joke to spite me

I’m the kind of guy with headstrong morals

Who quarrels with others about their own thick skulls

So, I’m the kind of guy who writes about love and romance

...even though girls won’t give me a chance

I’m the kind of guy who seeks to find another

Silly, eccentric, homebody who hates to be a bother

You know, I’m the kind of guy who writes this kind of poem

Just so you folks can at least get to know ‘em