No one speaks my language
Not anymore
It's the language of humour
The language of
Out-weirding the weird
The language of authenticity
The unveiled potency of
Human nature
Others have tried to speak
This obscure and strange language
But have only managed
The most watered down dialect
In the best of times
But you
You speak it
You
The one who understands
My sudden outcries and random quotes
Of nonsensical ramblings
You
Who understands
My hushed National Geographic voice
Narrating mundane events
With sarcastic humour
You
Who joins me in singing
The most disgusting made-up songs
All for a laugh
You
Who proposed with a cherry ring pop
You
Who once presented me
With a heart-shaped potato
To proclaim your undying love
You speak my language
You know the words
To my weirdo song
While all the world
Looks on in bewildered exasperation
You are the only one
Who speaks my language
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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