Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.
This is something that I’ve wanted to say for quite some time,
And I think it’s time for me to chime.
I’m a part of a huge community that isn’t quite famous
More like, we are considered a bit notorious.
Books occupy most of our life
We hardy spend any time with a girlfriend or wife.
Our status updates choke up before it strikes 25 likes
For our display pictures don’t feature cars and bikes.
So, does it appear to you – that we feel left out?
Do you ever think, that we spend time with a face pout?
Do you wonder, whether, we have an inferiority complex about our complexion?
And that we spend our time pondering that we are a useless creation?
Well – if yes, then you are wrong
We have faces, that aren’t used to be long.
We hardly care for your stardom
We permanently choose to live in our own fandoms.
Being popular means you have many accomplices who are fake.
But, we have few friends – with whom we hardly break.
You may have hundreds of followers to like and share
We have one or two who show that they really care.
You may have your six packs developed by working out extreme.
But can you match that with our wit? We’ll make you scream.
Mountains of intellect packed inside the cerebellum
We can make a weapon out of chewing gum.
To all of my brethren, worried sick about a life that’s social
Life is indeed unfair and very much partial.
What we lack as an external beauty,
We make up with an unbelievable personality.
Never mind the fact that we may be forever alone
Having nothing, is better than something worth a groan.
For we have all our strength, where it needs to be.
And if necessary, whip the world into a frenzy.
We can, if need be, become the world’s worst super-villains
But then, we forgive the world, being superior humans.
Don’t stop the rocking. Carry on.
We all have a reason, for which we were born.
Life gives us only lemons – yet we make apple juice
And people still wonder – they don’t have any clues.
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