Believe it or not, but due to a recent miscommunication that got me so enraged, I was able to channel my anger to something really worth your time. A poem. You see, I’m not really a poet, not even a trying-hard one. Compared to Peli I have no collection of poems that I made. But when I do make them, it’s either you won’t be able to totally interpret nor understand it or you may get bored with it.
This morning, inspiration struck in the bathroom. I don’t know if there’s been a study on this but 90% of the time I think of bright ideas, I thought of while in the bathroom sitting on the throne.
Well, here’s how it goes:
“The Eyes of the Black Cat”
I don’t know why, I don’t know when
I killed two, out come seven
Retaliate with wails and bites
And devoured me with such delight
Hysterical laughs in a darkened echo
Seven and Two is Nine, I ditto
A bundle of joy and a seeming glory
I could not help but just feel sorry
I ask God, “Why me, not them?”
He said to me, “Your mission, to tame
The eyes of the black cat, I would mean
Think of ways for you to win.”
And now I face the shining prism
My armor, my hand, my sword: sarcasm
I’m much too keen to pull the lever
The eyes of the black cat, I’ll devour.
Believe me, not unless you intricately know me personally, you won’t be able to understand nor interpret that poem. There’s no literal story in there actually, so reading between the lines would be a must, just like any other poems out there.
“It’s the greatest poem I’ve ever read,” according to me. Hehe… well, you gotta love your own! Besides, I’m not a poet so ride with me on this. It’s rare that I do poems, you know. So consider yourself priveleged. Joke.
But you know what, jokes are half meant…! *har har har*