With a score of nuts that’s likely higher than your FICO
A mental closet space where all the bodies buried might go
I turn the light of logic on so brightly that my eyes glow
My disposition squarely inbetween obsessed and psycho

I fear that I’m an oxymoron, something like a white crow
A villainous crusader helping others so my might grows
Considerate of formal functions even as I strike low
Guaranteed to lend a hand to know another might row

I wouldn’t say I’m evil, but my gallantry is slight though
My honesty encumbered by the need to know I’m right, so…
You might not want to find yourself beside me on a tight road
The chance we’re both surviving…man, the odds are fucking micro…


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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10 Responses to Micro

  1. Pingback: Micro – DP Challenge – Read, Write and Life around it…

  2. Ha! I loved that last line…. totally made this.

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  3. I love this!!! I feel much less alone in the world right now. Ha!

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