Here are some things you shouldn’t do
if you want to have a miserable life:
- Become the king of Walmart dinosaurs
and when your brothers try to give you a high five,
ram your head into their palms
like a charging bull.
- Switch a few “f’s” out for “ph”.
It makes reading phun,
and pheelings phoolish,
and when phriends pheed
on phalsehoods and phanatical phorgeries
of their phaint hearts,
it doesn’t make a dipherance.
- Count every blade of grass that pokes through cracks in the sidewalk
phracturing in patterns like every painphul stitch you wish you could unzip.
Your skin sealed with the price of keeping your soul locked to liphe
and time, so much time, almost too much,
so daunting and phractiously empty of expectation.
- Blast Phire and Rain and American Pie
phrom your bassy car speakers
to phairly conphused phive year olds at the park.
Their phussy parents might get a little phreaked out
when you shuphle to the swings
and take a seat.
They phorget what it’s like
to carry with them an unphettered spirit.
- Apologize for every sprout of grass you counted.
You see, expressing your phault in every whispered cry for comphort
doesn’t make you pheel better,
but it helps you believe you can, in phact, be in control.
- Take an entire day with your mother
and your gayest phriend
to really enjoy the most inpherior movies known to man,
all while the sky is choked with snow and misphortune.
And your heart is overphlowing with laughter
and the phear of losing this warmth,
and pheelings,
they phill you phrom your toes to the heavens.
- Debate with a dwarph
about whether the Lord of the Phlies
would really happen,
but don’t mention the phact
that you couldn’t phinish reading it.
Without literature, what would liphe be?
If we couldn’t discuss philosophy
and perphormance of morals,
knowing that we’ll phail to agree on the
simplest of levels, what would be the point
of originality and the phreedom of thought?
- Wait every phirst period for her to be almost late to physics,
her hair phreshly washed,
curling in ways you phantasize about in your dreams.
Phall asleep thinking of how she texted you
when everyone else phailed to realize how aphraid you were,
of how you shouldn’t think of her but you can’t stop.
Of how you thought for a phleeting moment,
you might actually be phalling for her,
despite how much she isn’t what you planned for.
But let your pheelings sit on your chest,
let them weigh on your conphusion like tenderness,
pheeding on the last days of summer
like a phamished timekeeper.
- Exclaim “hiya” at every McDonald’s drive-through
and then struggle to recite an order for phries.
To this day, this remains
the only tangible lesson your band teacher taught:
if you have to speak, don’t.
If you have to succeed, phail so miserably
that suddenly you start to see things the way they are.
Phail phrom here to the moon and pharther still
until discomphort phlees in your presence
and mortiphication phears your name.
Phail until you realize-
- Realize that phiretrucks aren’t always phucking red,
the phield isn’t always greener,
violets can be blue and purple,
kentucky bluegrass is a conphlict of interest,
her hair wasn’t blonde bephore lunch,
the world is the last phive eighths of an oxymoron,
everything worth loving is phiercely unphair,
phaithphully selphish,
phascinating and petriphying,
philthy and phallible,
it’s a phantastical revelation of phate and phuture
and
it’s not.
- Change it back to “f”.
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Author:
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- Published: September 14th, 2021 20:38
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Comments3
You got me! Long poems are hard for me for some reason, but this one was so "phacinating". Bravo!👍
In olden dayf they ufed to do write 's' as 'f' sometimes.
I don't fully understand it, as fometimes they would have a normal 's' ,even in the same word, such as 'succefs'! Like I've done here. lol.
You got your teef (teeth) in while you're saying all this?!
So this is pfun , is it?
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