I Don't Know Why I'm Posting This

The poem I wrote for the party I'm missing. Go ahead, point your fingers of scorn. I never claimed to be a poet. Most of the time, they come out as raps anyway. :/

The Demise of [Leon's] Poetry

I've never been very good at writing poetry

I mean, I read and study what Poe throws at me

This is precisely where I get stuck, where I fail:

My rhymes make no sense, I can't seem to excel

But I'll give it a shot, just this once, for the prize

There in lies the key; I hereby create your demise

I pose you a question, a blind inquiry of sorts

The answer to which you must achieve sans your cohorts

Without help nor support you never will guess

The answer to my riddle; alas, do your best

Add a pinch of cartoons of the anime style,

And a video game addiction along with denial

Make it a fanboy of Apple and indie-rock covers

Let it duel 'til its death with all Microsoft lovers

It shall play the piano and read Lord of the Rings

And wear non-prescrip' glasses 'til its left contact stings

Doing all this alone, it knows only despair

It could gripe, it could moan, 'cept you don't even care

What creature is it? A mean old git?

A guy named The Bell? A poor emo kid?

In order to wrap up this stellar, humble rhyme,

Akin to keeping a straight face while sucking a lime

Since you've not given me an answer, since you've not a clue

And since there's really not anything else left to do

I'll answer the riddle which above I have asked

I'll strip off its disguise, I'll uncover its mask

Who's alone on this Saint Valentine's Eve?

The author, yours truly, in other words, me.