Concerns
I have some concerns.
Like why do we drive on parkways
and park on driveways?
In my day to day
I just get concerned with these things.
Just think for a moment:
What will life be like
when we run out of youtube comments?
And how many usernames can there be?
At what point does someone make the account:
31415926535897933,
The first sixteen digits of pi, off by one?
I’ve known some weird handles, but I don’t know if I can handle that one.
Sorry if that’s your username.
And what about no blinkers on turns,
like: no, I can’t read your mind.
But thanks for thinking I can.
And what I can’t stand
is sitting for hours,
or standing for hours,
it’s like they think I’ve got this magic power
of being a statue.
And how come the letter s isn’t just a backward z?
Or the letter z a backwards s?
Why is it so pointy?
And just one more thing about letters:
What’s the point of the letter C?
What’s it supposed to be?
If it’s supposed to be a ‘k’ noise,
then it’s a K.
If it’s supposed to make a ‘s‘ noise,
then it’s an S.
There’s so many other ways
to alleviate the necessary sounds
for the English Language.
But wait, I hear you say,
there’s the ‘ch‘ sound!
And to that, I’ve found the solution:
Do we really need the letter C for just one noise? We could combine two other letters!
And for the better, too.
But wait, I hear you say,
there’s no way you can combine two random letters to make a new noise!
And to that, I say:
GH. Think about it.
Listen, I just have some concerns, mainly about life and people and me,
like why am I me, an extroverted introvert
who’s trying to convert all her thoughts into poetry?