Owl-Onyx Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

The residence around me has been found guilty,
They've worshiped owl-onyx himself.

Now I find myself uneasy to even mention his name.
He's the one that began the war of the skies and the cores,
And he's the same one,
That is said in legends,
That will end the war within its inner self.

Why is this a big deal, you ask?

Well, its not!

But the residents of my non-residential residence should be punished still,
They should be ridiculed,
Like the moronic beasts they are.

Such a joke,
Owl-onyx,
Such a mesmerizing, and idolizing, and hypnotizing, and beautifying name.

Goodbyes were made to the residential residents of my surrounding residence,
Around noon, just when the moon hovered at its highest point.

We waved and cried,
But really,
We just clapped and smiled,
Very deep inside.

I'll miss them with my thinking thoughts around the thought center of my imaginary mind.

Yes, that I can do.