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The Glorious Glitchbbrains of Who-Did-I-Do?
By: Emmitt Owens
(Index #12062025)

In the kingdom of Blameless-Beloo,
live the Glorious Glitchbbrains of Who-Did-I-Do?
They twirl through their stories with confident skips,
while dropping their memories like popcorn and chips.

They once swapped a heart for a moment of thrill —
with a stranger whose name they misplaced on a sill.
“Oh fiddlesticks!  Who WAS that?” they giggle and spew,
as if cheating’s a riddle — a Where’s Waldo? clue.

They wear silver mirrors on top of their heads —
so, they ONLY see them-selves in the lives that they’ve led.
Their reflections applaud! Their reflections agree!
Their reflections vote them crowned royal-tea!

They ride giant egos with unicorn tails,
while facts and accountability fall off the rails.
A parade of excuses marching behind,
each banner embroidered with “Oops — never minds!”

They plant little gaslights in gardens at night,
then insist that the flowers were never in sight.
When you point at their chaos, they sniff with a smirk:
“I’m perfect! You’re overreacting! Don’t lurk!”

Their brains have a BUTLER named Me-Mister Me
who filters out guilt like a broken decree.
He tosses their wrongdoings into the air,
where they POP into sparkles — Poof! Gone.
Their Thin air.

They cheat, then forget, then deny, then rewind —
until YOU doubt thoughts in your own brilliant mind.
Then they yawn as if drama were boring at best,
and accuse you of failing their “loyalty test.”

But here is the twist in the tale of Beloo:
Dream-builders like YOU outgrow those Who-Did-I-Do’s.
Your wonder expands into galaxies wide…
while Glitchbbrains remain an inch tall, under the skies.

So, keep making worlds full of truth, art, and light.
Let their flimsy self-mirrors crack out of your sight.
For the Glorious Glitchbbrains will forever stay lost —
their identity wilted, with empathy frost.

And you?

You are moon-born, ink-bright, growing new.
You are the storm that paints sunrise in view.
You are the one who remembers what’s true —
and the Glitchbbrains can’t follow…
because they forget who they have screwed.