...most of the world doesn't understand scribblers. We're loners. We're odd. Our thoughts go off on tangents and we tell bad jokes. ~ Michael T. Huyck, Jr.
Everybody hates me,
nobody likes me
I'm going out to eat worms.
I'm the only one to feel that way
except for those who know the verse,
or feel it, even the first time.
Like most folk I know.
Scribblers sit alone in their writing,
addicts come together,
laugh at awful things, devastating before,
now the fodder to guide, to bond,
to assure worm-eaters they're not alone.
Most of the world doesn't understand us.
We're loners, we're odd.
Our thoughts wander on tangents
to the tune of bad jokes...
and collegial laughter.
nobody likes me
I'm going out to eat worms.
I'm the only one to feel that way
except for those who know the verse,
or feel it, even the first time.
Like most folk I know.
Scribblers sit alone in their writing,
addicts come together,
laugh at awful things, devastating before,
now the fodder to guide, to bond,
to assure worm-eaters they're not alone.
Most of the world doesn't understand us.
We're loners, we're odd.
Our thoughts wander on tangents
to the tune of bad jokes...
and collegial laughter.
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