Bullycide

   Imitation is the highest form of flattery

   Your biggest fan should steal your identity

   Stupidity is the lowest form of battery

   He will defend, "It's just Total Depravity"

Unable to choose Unable to accept

In this way we lose Unable to protect

There's power in choice Have strength to defect

Triumphantly shout, "I REJECT"

   Roasting is the middle form of flattery

   Your average fan should laugh at your annuity

   Stupidity is the lowest form of battery

   Choices don't exist in Total Depravity

Unable to choose Unable to accept

In this way we lose Unable to protect

There's power in choice Have strength to defect

Triumphantly shout, "I REJECT"

   Bullying is the worst form of flattery

   Your biggest critic shouldn't be humanity

   Stupidity is the lowest form of battery

   Every choice counts in this life full of brevity

Unable to choose Unable to accept

In this way we lose Unable to protect

There's power in choice Have strength to defect

Triumphantly shout, "I REJECT"

I haven't written poetry in a quite a while. Back in the early and mid 90s I wrote a lot, almost everyday. As a matter of fact I think I started and stop the challenge of writing a poem everyday like 22 times in the 90s. I even took a poetry class that I was doing great in and almost finished and then realized that I didn't really like forced inspiration and I felt I could see it in my work. I learned a lot of terms in the class like alliteration, epistrophe, assonance, rima royale and onomatopoeia (which is one of my favorite words), and I learned how to apply those to my poetry, but I really felt restricted by the rules I was given for each exercise. I know it was so I could know how to properly execute any one of them into my poetry, but when I jot down poems I'm not thinking oh ok I gotta make this line follow certain rules. Don't get me wrong, I follow general rules that make it so my poems aren't just rambles (most of the time). I know it sounds better and looks better when each line has about the same amount of syllables as the one before it, It flows a lot better if stuff rhymes and has a rhythm. So I recently revisited this idea of writing a poem everyday and It lasted for 3 days before I realized one and for all you can't force creativity. If I had more free time and it was my job perhaps I could write a poem a day. I certainly feel that you can create an environment that is conducive to inspiration when you have the time and that is what I plan to do. It calms me down and really exercises my mind to a point that not many things can do. Most of the time the idea I set out to portray never even comes out by the time the poem is done. I look down and the poem is about something completely different. Those are my favorite poems and it happens all the time. That process is invigorating to me. To just see my ideas flow on to paper and I am just sitting there like the manager of ideas, fine tuning and getting people in line. Just like most jobs out there the workers do everything and the managers take all the credit (I'm not bitter). So this poem called "Bullycide" started off with an idea from the phrase "Imitation is the highest form of flattery" and was meant in my mind to make fun of that by adding my line "Your biggest fan should steal your identity" and expound on that and that is not where it went at all. Most of my poetry is multi-layered with meaning. This poem speaks on the different levels of flattery - Imitation, Roasting, and Bullying. I feel all these things are a way for someone to express their envy of you. Whether they are imitating, poking jabs at you, or ever when you get picked on constantly It is usually because the person directing those things at you either consciously or sub-consciously admires something about you. This poem also speaks on the great power in choice and that human beings, despite their first parents "fall", have the ability and capacity in every aspect of life to make decisions based on their own merits and are not limited because of what someone did thousands of years ago.