Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 452 – A Game Poem

I don’t know how to be less serious

When I laugh the humor isn’t light

A smirk at casual racism

A chuckle at hypocrisy

A belly laugh at absolute absurdity

I’m wound tight

The relax app group on my iPad is proof

It’s full of comically colored icons and silly imagery

My favorite is the the most predictable

If you get the angle right, you assault some pigs

with optimal force, win and level up your bada** bird squad

It helps me fall asleep

for six hours

before the world wakes me up

to chaos, worry and angst

like my perpetually enraged birds

In real life