Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys
Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers
Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in
Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time
People say the pen is mightier than the sword
Except they are missing the point, the manually sharpened point
Now you could include mechanical versions, but that is such a lazy game
Can’t use all geometric aspects of the lead to create crisp lines to gentle shading
It is a uni-tasker, and as such fits more of the pen diatribe
Let’s admit it, all the power you need is located in a good No. 2…
Keeping his mouth’s pain level in mind, he put more hot sauce on the chicken
Its deep red color promising pleasure mixed with the pain
Cramming a huge bite into his mouth, he felt his hair begin to seat
Knowing his stomach would be further wrecked with the moonshine chaser that followed.
Deep brooding was always expected of him
And the propensity to wear many different colors, as long as they were black
Really that was a lie. Only one black would do, absolute pitch black
Keeping things sleek, simple, and sophisticated
See, your typical evil-doer was supposed to be better at life than the hero
It made for a more compelling story when the hero used their scrappiness to win the day
Didn’t feel right, though, to have all the gifts just to get one-upped by a barely house-trained puppy
Evil must have its flaw, and he knew his intimately. That’s why he had placed a small fortune bet on the “hero”.
Focusing on optimizing the entertainment value
Unless it meant being too competitive
Not in it for the trophies, but for the laugh lines
Many times he could have seized the spotlight
Exclaim to all who could hear how much he had sacrificed
Embellish his exploits and discard his failures
Keeping quiet kept let the bodies sleep where he put them
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread was his favorite proverb
It encapsulated his life in ways that spanned from ludicrous to profound
Ever since he was a boy, he would do the near impossible, twist fate into pretzels, and never miss a beat
Reveling in the audacity of the chaos he spread around like seeds from a dandelion caught in a tornado
Could do no wrong, and it was just the way of the universe
Evidently when you held your guardian angel hostage, you could ever be the fool, but were you?
Perhaps he should have been more careful in choosing the path he took
It would have made sense because there are dangers all around
That’s why it didn’t surprise him when he took one step too far and fell into the…
Once the ritual words were uttered
And the two men spat in their palms and shook hands
Then the pact was sealed as witnessed by those around
How such a silly contrivance made something binding made her head spin
Searching for conspiracists to spread the word
To make sure the world knows the truths
Of mysteries and magic, of history and the future, of the real and the surreal
Rascals and damsels, princesses and princes, paupers and millionaires
You up for the challenge? All you need to join is to pick up a book and read.
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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