No Space
A poem of frustration in a world where there is no breathing room for rational thought.
NOTE: For added artistic impact, I wrote this poem with no spaces between words, but capitalized each word for easier reading. Below the initial poem will be a version with spaces added should the original be too disorienting to read.NO SPACENoRoomForErrorButWe’reAllSurroundedByTheTerrorInTheKingdomNoOneIsFairerNotEvenTheRingBearerWhoOnlyHoldsTheRingWhilePeopleGlareAndStareAndMakeDeclaresEatingTheirEclairsInTheirRoyalChairsButThey’reNotRealThronesCauseTheyCan’tReallyBareTheInsaneAmountOfPressureThatIsThereAndIt’sEvenTheirsGoodGodHowCanASimpleConceptGetSoComplicatedAndItPredatesAnythingEmancipatedMakingUsJadedNotSlatedForThisToBeRaidedButIt’sBeratedIfThereWereSuchARatingItWouldBe”B”RatedAndIt’sStatedAndStatedAndStatedAndSTATEDItGoesAroundFasterThanAnF5TornadoAllWorkAndNoPlayMakesJackADullBoyAllWorkAndNoPlayMakesJackADullBoyAllWorkAndNoPlayMakesJackADullBoyAllTwerkin’AllDayBitchMakeJackATallBoyHindsightLaughsAtForesightAndIt’sJustLikeHowCan’tYouSeeThePlightThatMakesUrbanAndSuburbanBlightSoBrightEnoughToBothShineAndCloudWhat’sRightMakingThingsTightButNotSlangTightButTriteAndTriedAndATrueFightSoGoFlyAKiteMakeSureIt’sGotGraceInThisCrazyHumanRaceThatUsainBoltCouldn’tWinWithRocketShoesAndTheWindAtHisBackGoingDownhillOnAForwardMovingTrackButThat’sTheCaseThatWeGottaFaceMaybeWeCanTraceBackToWhereItInterlacedButIt’sSoTightSinceWe’reGivenNoSpace
NO SPACE (with spaces)
No Room For Error But We’re All Surrounded By The Terror In The Kingdom No One Is Fairer Not Even The Ring Bearer Who Only Holds The Ring While People Glare And Stare And Make Declares Eating Their Eclairs In Their Royal Chairs But They’re Not Real Thrones Cause They Can’t Really Bare The Insane Amount Of Pressure That Is There And It’s Even Theirs Good God How Can A Simple Concept Get So Complicated And It Predates Anything Emancipated Making Us Jaded Not Slated For This To Be Raided But It’s Berated If There Were Such A Rating It Would Be ”B” Rated And It’s Stated And Stated And Stated And STATED It Goes Around Faster Than An F5 Tornado All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy All Work And No Play Makes Jack A DullBoy All Twerkin’ All Day Bitch Make Jack A Tall Boy Hindsight Laughs At Foresight And It’s Just Like How Can’t You See The Plight That Makes Urban And Suburban Blight So Bright Enough To Both Shine And Cloud What’s Right Making Things Tight But Not Slang Tight But Trite And Tried And A True Fight So Go Fly A Kite Make Sure It’s Got Grace In This Crazy Human Race That Usain Bolt Couldn’t Win With Rocket Shoes And The Wind At His Back Going Downhill On A Forward Moving Track But That’s The Case That We Gotta Face Maybe We Can Trace Back To Where It Interlaced But It’s So Tight Since We’re Given No Space
About the Creator
E.J. Tangonan
It's not hard doing self-deprecating humor. I just suck at it.
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