Post a poem about 2020

really cool. i love the cadence. started following ur tumblr, excited to see more

1. Question everything 
   
2. Trust nothing 
3. This is the year 2020
4. Where smart became stupid
5. And stupid became smart 

i really dig this, fr

Thank you Deranged Derrick, 

Poem:

Good job :)

Carved my arm with a crescent moon

Really could feel 2020 in that! 

"Look", she said,
and gestured to the cluster of swirling shadows
concerned with the purity of The Moment
weaving and turning in circles.
"It's a sign of the end times."
A cloud, or fog,
or smog,
or what they are,
not what I say they are.

We pass beneath them, her and I,
and others,
ones that can't afford to do without thought,
act without seeing.
My face hurts.

I'm aware the leaves are dying,
the grass is dried.
The sun's burned out
and the world tucks itself in
and waits to see what happens next
like it's unsure of the story it's being told.
My ears burn.

On a greater scale of reference than a short wait with uneasy organs can produce,
what has and will be mean little.
It's happened before.
On a greater scale of reference than a keen eye to dates and figures can produce,
what has and will be mean even less.
It's like a billboard, an obnoxious ad.
It'll happen again.
My nose runs.

You'd do best to recall the billboards and ads made the noses exposed.
Billboards and ads made you get screamed at
and billboards and ads left you alone,
you know.
I do know.
I do know and I don't know.
It seems like two logs in the same fire.
Don't think of fire so unfondly when you can't feel your face.

"Look," she said,
and her rigid fingers took my arm
and made me gesture to the blur of reds,
blues, greys,
blacks, whites,
weaving and turning, again,
in a sense,
in circles in front of me.
"It's a sign of the end times".
An idea,
one I caught from closeness and carelessness,

I am loving all the creative responses you all have had to this!

i loved it : ) your style dramaticsizes 2020 in the best way. 

The best I can do is a limerick:

There was the year Twenty twenty
Before a month we had plenty
Of all the shit
We all had fits
From one disaster too many.

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𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕰𝖚𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖞

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶.
ℑ𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶.
ℑ𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.
𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫.
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫.
ℑ𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔢.
ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔦𝔱 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔫.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪 𝔰𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫.
ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫.
𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯.
𝔑𝔬𝔴 ℑ’𝔡 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯.

𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩.
ℑ𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔨𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰.
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰.

ℑ𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔡𝔬.
ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔴𝔬.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.
𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩 𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢.

𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡.
𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡.
𝔖𝔬 ℑ 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢.
𝔖𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢.

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢.
𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔶 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.