People In Poetry

Oddly Things

Everything is odd.

How? You say?

Let me delineate.

Isn't it odd that hands and fingers are just meant to interlock with each other? Yet we roam around carefully In hopes that you aren't a bother.

Isn't it odd that you'd think life was easy for adults as a kid? Only to grow up and find yourself combing the streets for a nick.

Isn't it odd that our brains keep mixing up facts and opinions? Like good and evil with their childish competitions.

Isn't it odd that the ones you hate are most likely cruel and barrel? Yet they're the ones that are more honest than your loved ones Carol's.

Isn't it odd that water disintegrates sand? And the water makes the survivors wet and moist? Maybe you haven't thought about that one, since you walk all over it and never pay it much mind.
Like after a spoliation that no one dares to listen to your cries.

Isn't it odd how a slight inconvenience can bother your time? It bothers you so much that it distracts you from the good ones chimes.

My grandmother got a heart attack from smoking once. And I always thought it was odd that she continued to do it, maybe because her survival meant that the last round wasn't enough.

Depending on what our tongues taste, it lets our teeth know if we should chew and swallow the given paste. Isn't it odd that I wonder if my tongue would let me chew and swallow my lover boys face?
Isn't it odd that I fascinate what it's like to go insane? That I want to peel back everyone's layer of skin till I find something decent to put on my plate.
I like to experiment and play with my food, so while I get everything ready my dinner is on his way thinking I'm baking for two.

I can hear his car pulling in now, and I oddly can't stop imagining gobbling him up like he's grass while I'm the cow.
He's knocking on the door demanding to come in, I've got my Arsenic ready and I can't wait to see who will win.

I bet there's going to be a big mess but that's a small price I'm willing to pay, I turn off my music and walk to the door, happy that I will finally end this odd puzzle we oddly play.

I like listening off odd things in my head, out loud when my surroundings are silent like the dead.

See ya next time folks, I hope you enjoyed me as your host. And remember that no matter where you go, there will always be oddly things in your way.