For two and a half years,
I never knew you,
only those sticks you call legs
that have brought me 
much amusement and laughter,
so much so that I have gone around
writing poems about it
and sticking those up out in the open
for the virtual world to see.

For two and a half years,
I blatantly disregarded your pain
which was all too real for you
and merely imagined to me.
And now that you're not around,
realization finally dawns
on my former ignorant bliss.

I must admit, it was all too cruel
but the paradox is that 
it was also too funny
and that everyone needs 
a good laugh sometimes.
We've had our fun at your expense.
May you never find out
so you won't come after us
and terminate us, bit by tiny bit.
May you never know who I am...
it will be a blessing, believe me.

So goodbye chicken legs,
your limbs no longer hold my interest
in their hopelessness.
May they be blest
for they unknowingly have bought
cheer and laughter to many,
and tears to the eyes of some.
May they bring your farther
than you have ever dreamed.

Once again, goodbye 
and all apologies.


finito | a different strength