Deadma-tologist (Fusioned Poetry)

Gelyn

Some people keep on talking,

Gossiping behind my back.

I let them burn their calories

Who am I to stop their yap?

 

They'll paint me black inside a stranger's mind,

Just to look like angels, holy and kind.

But I won't grab a brush to fix their art

Their masterpiece of lies won't stain my heart.

 

I'll flick my hair, adjust my crown,

And walk away without a frown.

I won't interrupt their precious play;

The show is free, but I won't stay.

 

For words are powerless when wisdom holds its ground,

And not every rumor deserves to be unwound.

Some will believe whatever stories they receive

With a Skibidi Toilet brain, what else should I believe?

 

I'll let them talk, I'll let them roar,

I've got no energy to settle their score.

I'll play deadma like a pro in disguise:

Deaf to the gossip, blind to the lies.

 

Want me to sit, listen, and entertain you?

Bring sigma energy and a little sense, too.

But if your invitation comes with drama and delulu,

I'll respectfully decline,I've got better things to do!

 

I've earned my master's in the art of staying sane,

With years of study and a well trained brain.

I won't waste my education just to fit the taste

Of plastic personalities who gossip in haste.

 

I'm a Deadma-tologist, licensed in I don't care,

With a PhD in leaving nonsense hanging in the air.

My blood runs thick with anesthesia,

And drama gets discharged without a visa.

 

I'm pain tolerant, emotionally numb,

When gossip starts playing, I simply go dumb.

Your words hit my ears, then bounce right back

Like a rubber ball escaping a gossip attack.

 

So keep your rumors, your drama, your verbal gymnastics.

I'm fully immune to your social theatrics.

I've mastered the science, perfected the art

Of protecting my peace and guarding my heart.

 

Deadma-tology: my professional decree

You can talk about me, but you can't bill me!

No drama to diagnose, no gossip to treat,

Just a peaceful exit and two dancing feet.

 

I don't need revenge, nor a comeback attack

My silence is the mic drop. Now, who's got my back?

 

Signed and sealed, with a smile so glossy,

 

Dr. GEE the Deadma-tologist,

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

specialist in ignoring the gossipy.

 

 

 

OCT 2026

©  (Gelyn GeeGold Guinto)

aka Golden Angel Rhapsodist

All Rights Reserved

 

  • Author: Gelyn \"GeeGold\" Guinto (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2026 04:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: This Fusioned poetry by one poet is seasoned with tagalog language "Deadma" with a pinch of slang words used by genz's and kids nowadays like sigma and more.By the way the word Deadma-tologist was Invented by my Mom Avelina Flores Guinto which means unbothered to any rumors or any negative discussion. Happy reading
  • Category: Humor
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