I Was The Worst

Bad Date

There is a world called “dating” –
I was once there immersed –
But if there had been rating,
I would have been the worst

Worse than the guy with the mullet,
Worse than the guy with the plaid –
I was so socially backward
That it was truly sad

For someone who should have known better,
Who knew how to talk and relate –
But somehow, it just wouldn’t happen
Whenever I went on a date

So if you have had dating nightmares
Whose ill-effects haven’t dispersed
Be glad that I wasn’t one of them
For I believe I was the worst

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[Inspired by this post]

Belief Consumption

Seoul Food

Precooked and prepackaged thoughts
Conveniently, upon a shelf
For you to place within your cart
And take home for yourself

Handsome and attractive thoughts
Marketed for such as us
Which we consume wholesale, and never
So much as discuss

Things we swear we know as fact
But do not know exactly where
We heard or read them. We did not.
We swallowed them back then and there

Refractions on Fatherhood

A full-grown human child sees it’s father
Like a magnifying glass focused on an ant:
Truthfully
Clearly
And in a such a way
That the ant
Is unlikely to ever recover

[Note: no actual ants were harmed by the author of this post; however, he cannot attest to the makers of the stock photo attached thereto. – Owen]