Glych

This is the beginning of the end of a friendship, in comic form. Because when you’re hurt, make art. I wrote other poems that won’t make it into comic form, so here is one below. I shall include another with the next page.

The good thing about the end is that it got me to get to making comics again. I’m just sad how things ended, that things ended, and that I let someone take advantage of me for so long. So, to poetry! Enjoy:

Smells Like Lump

I knew a little lump.
Lumping through his day.
He lumped his way to the fridge,
and lumped his way to slay
video game monsters on the Internet all day.
But the little lazy lump,
with his lazy gaming days,
forgot to lump to work, and oops!
He lumped his Internet away
with no monsters left to slay.
So now he yells and cries,
and lumps himself a fit.
But this lazy little lump?
He’s just a piece of shit.
And I am done with it.