Six word memoir

                              


                                        I just want to be friends                    
                                     

Extraordinary

Sometimes 

On a boring day like this 

I feel like doing something 

Extraordinary. 

But I can’t  

Because I’m ordinary 

And I’m in stupid math class 

In a falling apart 

72-year-old school 

In a stupid little town 

Where our only fame  

was born from a  

Long distance runner 

Who died 

Drunk driving.  

But he had cool hair. 

 

Nowadays 

All you have to do  

Is get people’s attention 

By being the absolute best 

The most impressive 

Over all the rest 

 

To the people who can throw the football the farthest; 

Run the fastest; 

You lucked out. 

To the people who can scrawl some words on a page 

And leave the reader’s mouth hanging open; 

Go for it.  

Because there’s still those people  

Sitting around  

Who were always only halfway 

To life’s expectations.  

When asked what their hobbies were, 

All they could ever think of was 

Eating; 

Because it’s better than being empty. 

Sleeping; 

Because it’s better than being awake. 

And living out those glorious days where you don’t have those urges 

To punch everyone in the face. 

 

To all those people; 

You’re not alone.