The Dementia Of Iyan Igma Not for Ages 3+

Widdles
by
Iyan Igma

I am a Southern pastime.
I am the root of Southern shame.
I am what you deny.
I am what others scorn.
I am why you are.
I am what you fear to guess.
I am. . . well, what am I?

Nbreedeen

Slithering around
Like a snake on the ground.
While slithering along,
You’re what I found.
You’re lower than the earth;
You’re lower than me.
But what on earth can you be?

Sen

I am you; you are me.
Don’t scoff, sneeze, nor cough!
When you are sick,
I’m attacked by disease.
Can you guess what I am?
Tell me, please?

Tisyou

I descend as a locust
Upon fertile fields growing
Before the harvest has come.
Small but many am I,
Yet swollen overall,
Whilst devouring new buds
Of green previously unbaked
By the hostile sun.
Black am I as night,
And present only a short while,
But my effects are long-lasting and
Devastatingly irreparable.
If I were to say I was
Swollen as a bloatéd corpse,
What destruction would
You say that I am?

Tean Pwegnunsea

My best friend, ever at
My side where he’s always
Been, even before he met
I, and I became acquainted
With the abstract workings
Of his demon-self that
Lets me gage what consistent
Temper he is in, which
Tells me what I should
Presently be doing. Though
I am not always in
Approval of his actions
And decisions of rashness
And sporadic attempts to
Rush me or interrupt,
I cannot help but to
Support him.

Thyme

An easy lover whose
List of lovers emptily
Grows bigger constantly,
I am old but in the
Prime of my health when I’m
Compared to those of my
Loves who’ve died of age
And violence in the greedy
Urge to expand their power’s
Girth. I’ve been promiscuous
Since birth. Who am I?

Younaverse

Unlike butter I am
Healthy, thinly spread, and
Do not inflame wounds when
Placed atop. Though I am
Spreadable, I am oft’ wadded
And less frequently consumed.

Behdsprahed

The new kid at school, I am
Well-loved superficially
At first by those who don’t
Bother to acquaint me
At the first meeting and take
Their interpretations thus
Unjustly. Misunderstood,
Thus have I words and meanings
Stored far from the collective
Conscious. But soon am I cast
Aside contemptuously by
Friends of sporadic fair weather.

Mewzique

I saw everything
Visible through you and
Your moods that vary from
Place to time to purpose.
Astray, you did leave me
Unknown and scared in our
Absence of love. But e’er
Do you return with your
Mood swings’ loving, till you
Are turned off. But I know
That faintly you still watch
Me and love me hiddenly
When I cannot see
Who you are. Do I know?

Lyete

Females can’t be trusted;
I’ve known and heard too much
About your wickédness.
I don’t blame you for the
Original sin but
For many deaths. I know
Some men would like to think
Of you as tools, but any
Confident of domination
Are fools. In a second of
Playfulness or confidence
You mince peace and shatter the
Intimate and fondling
Relationship. I promise
This is an unloaded
Question; what is your name?

Guhnn

What is it that ensures
The continuation
Of this grand ole world? What
Makes for interesting
And repetitive news
Coverage? What makes for
A greatly amusing
Form of entertainment?
What makes one want to cry?

Vielints

I once saw many an
Orator without words
Who spoke volumes in their
Silence. They used not sign
Language to express their
World’s view of things, but a
Particular choice of
Clothing which each compared
To another and used
This for promotion and
Rank. Also of note were
The bathing habits which
Differed from voice to speaker
And spoke of travels and life
More than their tongue. I was
Never able to find out
Their name. Does anyone know?

Shoohs

Masked behind the facade
Of sudden pouting I
Verily saw the strangest
Thing. A billboard of blown lights
Proclaimed a virtue sacred
Enough to restrict most
Speech in efforts to make
Each word as sacred as
Before. Tell me gravely
If you can tell no other
What virtue this might be.

Salumnuhtea

I’m too lazy to tell you;
You’ll have to tell me
What can make a person
Happy, what makes one less
Skilled, and what wastes time as
A mob hitman.

NDoughlints

The great seductress, I was
Forged in steam and playful words
Misperceived. I am armoured
In man-made synthetics that
Like the plastics in surgery
Disguised my figure and lead
The damnéd to destruction
And social love that corrodes.
If you see me on the road
Driving by it’s already
Too late, someone’s sold their soul
To me and, like a wolf, it
I have eaten. Name me if
You dare or could not care
While I sleep away the
Social pillars and rabble.

Rayghe

Such a background has a
Slimming effect upon
The nearby who, for fear
Of hurting the pride of
The artist who laboured
Diligently lacking
The creative talent
To impress other than with sheer
Repugnance, remains silent of
Artistic criticism.

O Beesahtee

They saw all when, fully
Clothed in this, I ventured
Forth into the tanning
Sun. I didn’t intend
To expose all, but it
Rather happened by consequence.
I should’ve gat garbed in faith.

Sailofain

Like hieroglyphics to
Byzantines, these elude
Comprehension and tend
To be more like works of
Artistic amusement and
Awe of the world’s oppressing
Enigma. How is it that
Languages die as people
And histories are shattered?
How is that great are
Forgotten and the common
Grunt that established most of
Greatness is oppressed by
Oblivion? Why can
Someone be unloved, and
Why can one be deceived?

Pea Pul

There is no stopping them from
Attacking the innocents,
Breaking laws, and pressuring
By fear a person to
See their way. They are the most
Continual terrorism,
And are set to stay that way.
No government can stop them,
Though everyone may try
To ignore them or placate
Their demands. This group’s truly
Too unified in its
Splintered special forces.
I would tell you to run if
You could possibly escape,
But even then you would
See the effects of this in
Your life. What so plagues
Humanity mercilessly?

Thacherchuz

Blood-thirsty vermin who
Attack to compensate
For what they could never
Make, they lack touch with the
Host’s intent while they drain
And sicken and have small
Brains and the lamented
Ability to ever
Be wrong. With opposable
Thumbs they latch on, rate the
Host’s soul and do smugly
Snicker. What is the name
For this parasite much
Like a flea, tick, or chigger?

Chritick

I saw someone happy today
As well as morally sound. it
Was the most spiritually
Revolting thing I’ve ever found.
I couldn’t grasp his joy,
For the solemn weight of God
Must surely bring you down.
Then, after spying his
Decorred altars I realized
His err to be that
He was one of these.

Paygun

Life works in strange oddities,
I once was pulled by a bike.
Shortly thereafter a
Younger lad was viewed dragging
Me behind his trike. For both
Of these lads a congruent
Object well-used and handed
Down, me, provided happiness
And purpose for no destructive
Toll. What am I?

Resighculled Kan

I had come out of an
Oven fresh-baked and tasty,
Eager to be devoured
And complement the other
Sandwich parts here in the
Delicatessen.
But then a latexed hand
Grabbed me and stuck me under
Glass that’s meant for other’s
Protection. Unable
To cry aloud. I was
Silently angered by
A rending knife piercing
My crusty hide. Inside
The slit white pus was smeared
And nasty black olives,
Depitted. More rotten
Vegetation which clashed
Disrespectfully with
What I was was thrown inside
The gap and I was slowly
Consumed. I asked myself
Into what I had been made.

Uh Substatoot

Rather awkwardly and
Unnaturally—Without
Tongue’s lapping—I was drunken
From. I wondered at what would
Steal my vitality
And moisture. Bewildered I
Looked around and saw scratches
On me much as the hair on
The drinker’s chin. Through my
Curvêd bottom I looked down
At a glass pedestal
And saw what I was.

Glahsus