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Why Bother

By BOBBY Ryan AndersonPublished 5 years ago β€’ 4 min read

father

why bother

with me

if I'm any thing like my biological father

I do look identicle

fuck you

could get slapped with squidwards tentacles

if that bothers

up n down like A titer

toder

toddoring

between inhuman and cyborg like Jimmy neutrons robot dog gotter

eating on fresh deep sea otter

in uncharted seawaters

could this be the equivalent to A sleep walker

in over his head in deep water

A skinwalker

daydreaming

streetwalker

on the ledge of sanity

not looking for A sweet talker

with what little time God allotted

me and her

to find each other

I got left inside your truly

is lost

like getting the gov to willingly

openly

admitt to the existence

of unidentified flying saucers

we

R lost causes

MY LIFE IS A HORROR

novelty cuz waiting on your word to pass is like chewing on a

bunch of ten pennies nails made out copper

none the less your that author

money cant buy that throws my sin in the washer

but I can't afford to come up to your alter

cause these drugs got my mind altered

their the reason pple all fall back and faulter

alternate endings of the unknown

drive me farther

away from u cuz the world has you believe nothings free

making mockers

hate coming from fast talkers

who spread rumors like true scoffers

that's talked about in proverbs

father

so remind me again why you even bother

with me cause I am

made in your image

you answer my sentence

before I even finish

macking haste of my niches

quick fixes

actin all kiddish

tossing pennies in Wells made of wishes

upon a star

I could smuther you in kisses

but not if it means losing A friend over this

is all going to shit

I'm going back to the drawing board cuz I'm pissed

I'll walk away further off the edges of A cliff

to prove I'm the illest

then jump off the edge

cuz a writer could be likened to a prophet

in his own home town he's without honor

so at night he goes over Bible verses in his heart and ponders

I do believe

I'm no wave tossed too and fro by the sea

mark 11:24 said so wherever God's word is breathed

I know I have already recieved

numbers 23: 19

God will not lie to me

but man tries to deny the

from seeing this breakthrough

because once I do I'ma break free

I stand on your word and they all laugh at me

any body relate give me A holler

5 finger discount shopper

don't give me A gun

I'll unload a whole hopper

full of frozen paintballs cuz I'm so broke I don't even have A dollar

I tell you I keep shrinking bck

either that or my circlez getting smaller

why I couldn't get off with the farmers daughter

beats the hell out of me but I always had A way with words its only proper

life goes on and our time on Earth gets shorter

at the same time harder

hand me A augur

I'd rather swallow A bullet than be your follower

on their orders

im drowning in their slander of deep waters

I stand alone

just me and A voice

that doesn't go forth

without accomplishing the purpose for which it was sent

wait until this chain

with these drugs got me skittish

Im playing A game of quiddich

with the devil and his impish

demons then LEGIONs each one more sickly

than the last when all your strength deminishes

fast

and it needs replenished

ahhh at last

you think you almost finished

you just priggish

the only thing good about you is your mistress

tigrees

well dressed

snake that doesn't hiss

it mimics God and whispers

I'm your father

when it's all choas it's hard to distinguish

between friend and nd foes

let me relinquish

this weight off my chest

cause the fire in my hearts ember

is almost about to burn out

I'm on your side killing my self with these drugs slowly extinguushed

running in sequence

a juvenile delenquent

that came to a aggreement

that if Jesus was rejected

and he lives inside me

who the fuck am I to be treated any different

I know the difference

if they hated me

they hated him first

I'm not indiffrent

your just indegniate

just another pixelated figment

of my imaginations pigmenation

I'm A misfit

instincts found in the 9th district

6 senses

on exhibit

instincts

elicit

raw uncut deplicted

hard to resist it

you don't know A damn thing about me

not even A tidbit

fucken moron dimwit

this ain't a family

picnick

try to set me up and dig A pit

and end up falling into it

I set up my widgets

recalobaotated the library scales to all 0 digits

then my gears started to shift

I started to fidget

they kept laughing at me

I'm always mimmicked

can you believe this shit

I'm on the thinnest

piece of ice

blood thickest

like a thicket

and A crown full of thorns cuz this shit is far from finished

figment

slam poetry

About the Creator

BOBBY Ryan Anderson

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