Why So Serious?
Said the man with beef between his teeth
So I avoided his nose and looked to his feet
Oh No! what are those!!
His toes looks like retired crows
With missing feathers and shit
If it was an endangered species it might have been lit
So I elevated my gaze up to his waist
Wait, is that toothpaste?
How did it get from his face to that space?
Do I want to know?
Hell to the no!
In the end I decided to look at the top of his head
Really is that a fly? Is it dead!?
Man I an done
I am going to laugh instead.
Rule of Three
Three bucks is the prize,
Someone gets the pride,
Years of entries,
Who can choose?
Writers spend their afternoon,
Spinning words in mental looms,
Happy thoughts or impending doom,
Serious is just so gloom,
I look to another moon,
It needs to happen soon,
Rule of threes spins my runes,
Next stop is a successful boom.
I am serious.
Seriously devoted to eating giant banana pancakes, researching homemade rabbit costumes, and thinking about the faces people make during sex. Seriously engaged in irreverent bathroom stall philosophy, in leaving drunk voicemails, and watching awkward flirting in the wild. Seriously invested in hanging by my fingers from this tumbling little planet as it zooms through the cosmos. Serious is as serious does, after all.
A Child so Serious
A week of torment
fired again
More applications...
My spine to bend
My sisters kid
so small and round,
With smile so bright,
and sweet words sound.
"Book" she says.
"Story," she begs.
Only brings me chapter books.
Silly child with her stubby legs.
"Badabadbda," she reads.
Upset when I try to take over.
I smile as she gasps with wonder,
at the only colorful cover.
A reminder of joy.
Of things I love.
bundled in little child,
who says, "Aunei Lala, gubmmiove."
I still don't know what that means.
but to her "look" means "what".
She has my number,
as she points out every cut.
"Ooowwei," she says
eager to receive kisses.
"Tant you," she says,
and I melt all to pieces.
I turn to leave,
wondering if she'll cry.
"Byebye," she waves
unaware of how much I try.
My heart lighter
my joy full
when a Child is serious,
I can feel less dull.
Really?
Why so serious? Please tell me you did not just ask that to me.
Why would you expect me to be anything else? Give me something to smile about, and then maybe we can have a conversation.
Although given the fact that entries for this challenge do not close anytime soon, I am guessing you will have a difficult time with this.
Excuses
"Why so serious?", they ask.
I have shared so many reasons,
Told too many excuses,
But I have more.
Which one to choose,
After all,
This is my big decision for the day.
Maybe I'll make something up,
Like I always do...
I'm moving,
My brother was hit by a car,
My parents are splitting up...
Or I could tell the truth...
I'm terminal,
I have two months to live,
And I'm spending it at work,
With you people who don't care enough to ask if I'm okay.
But...
"I'll be fine",
I say,
In response to the question,
But not the one they asked.
Don’t fight the feeling
Who is the man that sits softly in the night?
What is this feeling that stirs inside?
Where did my soul get permission to dance?
When will it propel me forth to act?
Why must I suffer this passion inside?
How can I fight it? Can I deny it?
The passion inside stirs forth, a volcano.
My body propels forward.
While my mind’s screaming “hell no!”
Deep inside I can’t fight it
I must love and let go. I can’t deny it.
Passion is nature’s distraction.
In All Seriousness
Have you ever heard of the voyager? a space craft made by humans that has made it to the farthest depths of human endevors. It is the first craft to have reached interstellar space. When the voyager took a picture of earth we looked like something of a dot. Just a little dot that no one else in the universe would care about other than us. so why would anyone worry. we're so small, a speck of dust in the middle of a great nothing. We spend all our lives being safe, paying for things; houses, clothes, shoes, cars, insurance. But what for? Everything we ever do is so that we can relax in our final years. Why? Why not enjoy what you do now? make the best of what you do. Why settle when nothing really matters. If you were to be immortal and sitting on the voyager on a great journey eventually ending up somewhere else, would you care anymore what you would have been doing on earth? No. So why be afraid of what you really want to do while your on earth? make the best of what you love and make it happen.
#makeithappen
Was cool a decade ago.
We all get the picture,
The Dark Knight was great,
It profited off Heath Ledger's unfortunate fate
For those who create, no one cares all that much,
Until they fall victim to the Grim Reaper's touch
Now people are partying every All Hallow's Eve
All dressed like Joker as his family bereaves
They think they're bad-ass, but I let out a sigh,
Just following the "cool" crowd like the next guy
One decade later, I'm still pretty furious
That they don't know a catchphrase except
"Why so serious?"
Is the Mark Hamill version not a thing anymore?
Just clowns in trenchcoats and their ponytailed whores?
Where are all the Riddlers, Two-Faces and Cats?
The self-proclaimed "Penguins" in their purple top hats?
"Why so serious?"
Because I'm sick and tired,
Of modern Batman fans who remain uninspired!
One decade's enough! Just give it a rest!
Next year, go as Egghead. That dude was the best!