The Penguin
This is a 100% true story from my childhood
Not saying that the other things are lies
But this isn’t even exaggerated
I left out more damning details
Enjoy my adolescent fervor
The Penguin
I used to journal
Everyday when I was little
But eventually
My inside voice friend told me
My writing was stupid and
My life was dumb
So I should make up stories
Those were also
Fucking stupid, my voice told me
So I stopped.
Then I drew
Cartoon penguins
In a whole story sequence
For a girl that lived
Down the street from me
She was a ballerina
I was a peasant, but–
I had humor and
Cartoon Penguins
I figured my shot
Was as good as any
So I went for it
I wrote her an
Elaborate cartoon series
With multiple volumes
Delivered in sequence
About a group of
All girl penguins
That loved each other
But some weird cool awesome
Boy penguin
Came in and
Destroyed their friendship love
And the boy penguin
Was gradually
Distanced, threatened and
Tortured by the
Strongest, boldest girl penguin
The rightful penguin lover
All in some
Creepy ass
Weekly volume series
Delivered by hand in her mailbox
It’s incredible to me
That I haven’t been
Arrested yet, I’m so glad
They know I’m just
A sappy hearted
Penguin, raised in the
Sewers, searching for
The love of a family
That resented me and
Rejected me upon birth
My every instinct
Disgusting, much like
My obsessive penguin
Cartoon series of
Love and murder
I wonder if I’ll ever meet
People I feel kin to
Or if I’ll have to keep
Living under society
In the sewers