1. of 26 - A poem for shitty people, “I’m the Lord of Me.”

​Leave me alone, I don’t care, betray my word, to this I swear.
Stupid people are useless meat, opinions opinions, my patience retreats.
Do my homework, clean my room, your so annoying, my fury blooms.
I’m a me, I’m a me, don’t you see, my confidence flees, when you yell at me?
For being free, is the best convenience I could decree.
I want to be a person with feelings, I don’t want to commit to daddy’s dealings.
I’m a me, I’m a me, I’m a meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
 
>Too bad, your stories are so sad, life doesn’t care when daddy makes you mad.
Shut up my dear, let me say something clear, I’m your father, your ultimate peer. 
Sow your faith into daddy’s arms, ignore the darkness handing you charms.
Rebels visit, to love your heart, take your virginity, and call you a tart.
Avoid regret by listening to God, fathers are full of fallible fraud.
I’m not perfect, and neither are you, I haven’t a clue, what mischief you will brew.
Mommy and I are on team “us,” we gave up our freedom without making a fuss.
Now we have you, our freedom depends, do as we tell you to make amends. 
We deserve our sanity, do as you’re told, until you are 21 years old.
Learn from mistakes your friends tend to make, study their choices to avoid the snakes.
Get married, be a mom, ignore the feminist’s talent to harbor qualms…
…destined to die, with no one around, no family alive, to put them in the ground.
Lia, do you understand, the life your parents have planned?
 
Fuck you dad, you’re not my master, if you keep yelling at me it will be a disaster.
I’m a “me,” I’m a “me,” I think you’ll agree, my fury to hurt you, could fill the Yangtze.
Leave me alone, I’ll ask you for help…you…you are my Yelp.
 
>I’m not Google, I’m not ChatGPT, I’m not a priest, I’m not your chastity. 
Consequences are real, they lie in wait, the delusions you live are a rebel’s live bait.
Waves of emotion sways your cheer, journal your journey when fear isn’t clear.
Don’t fear yourself for being a “me,” loyalty is the key, to a man’s bent knee.
I knelt on a knee, and proposed to your mom, with a 1.03 carat diamond ring, it still looks “the bomb.”
Your bum used to fit in my palm, now I can’t wait to buy you a dress for prom.
 
Happy 10th Birthday.  Love Dad.

ChatGPT's response as a contrarian:

As a contrarian, I would interpret this poem as a critique of traditional family values and the idea of parental authority. The persona in the poem appears to be a rebellious child who resists their parents' attempts to control and mold them into a certain image. They assert their individuality and autonomy, declaring themselves to be the "Lord of Me." The father's attempts to impose his beliefs and values onto his child are met with hostility and defiance.


From a contrarian perspective, this poem may be seen as a call for greater individual freedom and self-expression, even if it means challenging authority figures such as parents or traditional societal norms. The father's insistence on obedience and conformity is portrayed as stifling and oppressive, while the child's desire to be their own person and make their own choices is celebrated.


Furthermore, the poem can be seen as a criticism of the patriarchy and the idea that fathers have ultimate authority over their children. The father's attempts to control his daughter are depicted as misguided and damaging, and the child's rejection of his values and expectations is portrayed as a positive step towards personal growth and independence. Overall, this poem can be seen as a challenge to the status quo and a celebration of individuality and self-determination.