Equal Signs and Army Medals
Covering the backs of retinas
Of sworn enemies wearing wedding rings.
The smell of a notebook and the echo of a fight.
[They turn and look at me again.]
They ask stupid questions
The riddles of fools
Can they not read?
Why must you ask what I'm doing?
I am not a math genius.
I am not obsessed with my own intelligence.
I do not run and play.
I do not need to defend anything.
I have worlds to create
And cities to build.
I have races to destroy
And lovers to guide.
I have no choice in the matter.
I have no time for your petty fights, oh Parents
For you are the insult.
Leave me to my galaxies and "Far, far away"'s
I have many things to do.
When you are God, it tends to happen.
I am not crazy, there is nothing wrong.
I am simply plotting my next move
And the next word I will engrave in history.
Your advice at this time is now irrelevant.
I am my own master,
You are not involved.
Author notes
6th selection: Shiny Toy Guns
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Comments
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thought provoking, certainly. "sworn enemies wearing wedding rings".. strong in itself. a strong sense of identity is something that comes through in your piece. the quest for identity, a universal theme. it seems the quest has ended in this piece, albeit in a slightly strange manner, but one that's fitting for the lyric selection. thanks for your entry and best wishes for your future writing
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