Ridiculousiology (2)

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Ridiculousiology (1)

 

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I know, it’s tempting.

But upon inducting me into a contest within your mind

Refrain from accusing me of not playing fair

When you know full well I don’t play there.

 

You look at me with a competitive edge

All the while expecting me to look back

No, “friend”, instead

I look to the stars – or so you would assume, yet again

But you would be wrong. Because I look further.

How much further?

 

Well, I suppose you can tag along for this one …

 

See, whilst you hone your ability to proficiently complain

I delicately place my words to better illustrate what I mean to say.

How else, but by merging a medley of dialects to bridge the gap

Making itself at home between you and where your imagination ends.

What tethers both sides are intricately weaved analogies –

 – Metaphors, threaded with bedazzled imagery

All twisting in conjunction to help me cross your chasm –

– Of unrealized potential; ever-so-swiftly.

 

This bridge I braid into existence …

It’s a shame you can’t see it, let alone cross it

But I promise to chart parts you had yet to realize exist

And once I’m done, I’ll do what I always do;

Warp to your planet and tell you all about it.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: snatti89

 

Moral of the poem? Don’t compete with me. You don’t know how I got my skill.

 

I am unapologetic about how good I am at writing. I don’t need your permission.

 

I’m not humble? Noted. You’ll be happy to know I don’t care about your opinion.

 

What’s that? I’m not among those you consider the best? Of course, I’m not. Because none of them are as good at being me than me. Just as much as I’m not as good at being them than them.