You call it absurd
For me to make up a word
But who are you to say
My behavior isn't okay
Admirable, that is. Respectable, in dignity,
Deserving of adult like words,
Barren of Theodor Geisel
And rich with academic references
Yet this is not my way
It is not who I am
Though I may appear to be
That acute perfect fragment
Of your picturesque dreams
But the lie; 'tis broken today
Or maybe tomorrow
As I'm scared today
Nay
Anyway
Let us return
To the point where the world
Began bewilderingly to turn
To the beginning, that is
To the day when I said
I would make up a word
That I KNEW you would find
To be disgracefully unacceptably absurd
Nevertheless,
I proceed to proclaim,
"Angstof!"
Thrilled to be a LIE.
For it I cry
I've forgotten myself.
I've become the lie.
It's manifested within me
It is me; it is I
And I do it all for you
With a precise steady calm
While internally deliriously
I know it all so wrong
You think me to be fine
And that is exactly my intention
You feeling proud; I accepted
Thank God you don't pay attention
You are assured
Yet periodically shook
By the one glitch in the system
The one little thing crooked
Remember when you hear me mutter "Angstof!"
And think it Absurd
Feel glad you only have to reject off
One single word
For the rest of me is hidden
Forever stored away
Never questioned; never answered
Bound to unsettlingly stay
Angstof I live by
By Angstof I die
There's nothing
Better than this lie
I am the stone
That the builders rejected
And if you dare make me the cornerstone
In chaos, your building will fall
And then you will cry, "Angstof! Where are thee?"
The word that held together
Society
From the merciless storm that is
Reality
