Fred Aiken Writing

Sir Cyrious the Serious was made from a very serious cloth,

he wore serious clothes and walked with a serious gait,

but what made Sir Cyrious the Serious the most serious sort

was his constant bickering of the most serious matters with a stern comport

and not a lick of irony or alcohol on his breath,

but Sir Cyrious the Serious was born of a different age,

where such matters were sacrosanct,

and nothing was seen as a joke,

but if you ever meet Sir Cyrious the Serious out in the town,

make sure to observe him with either a nod or a wink, or maybe even a stiff handshake,

but whatever you do, just make sure not to laugh, lest he chop off your hands and make a serious moment out of your levity

the definitions of words in a dictionary rarely give a satisfactory reason

behind why a particular sound and string of abstraction means one thing over another,

take the word entelechy for example,

which means the realization of potential,

I mean, who in their right mind came up with a word like that,

only for it to never be used,

except in obscure mentions like this,

that have little to nothing to do with what and why the word exists,

and yet….

I don’t mean to be creepy, it’s just that everything I do comes out that way,

but I’m working on it, for the most part, kinda, I mean, not really,

it just seems like too much effort, and then before you know it,

it’s time to take some melatonin to go to sleep

and I haven’t made a dent in my efforts to become less creepy,

but maybe my life is like that Radiohead song and I’m just waiting for someone to call me special