Ted Kaczynski

My friend Graham wrote a poem about Ted Kaczynski

In his book I Have a Gun

It made me think of Ted Kaczynski

I decided to learn all about Ted Kaczynski during the peak of my isolation during covid times

I thought I was losing my mind because I agreed with him

I was terrified to tell anyone that I was becoming interested in Ted Kaczynski

Because then they would know that I was losing my mind

And I thought that it would be fine if I lost my mind as long as no one knew about it.


Then I went to a party at one of my cousin's friends'

They were all at least five years older than me

I got harrassed by a thick man over adherence to pong rules

I made jokes to my brother about how out of place I felt

I struck up a conversation with the one vaguely alt-looking girl there

And somehow the conversation veered its way to Ted Kaczynski

I told her that I've been reading a lot about him

and his manifesto recently

And her response was "ugh every guy is so obsessed with Ted Kaczynski"

That made me feel a lot better

It made me feel less alone

Less like I was losing my mind.


Anyway

My friend Graham's book was really good

I wrote this poem in his style

He got me thinking of Ted Kaczynski

He's just another guy that's obsessed with Ted Kaczynski and is worried that it might mean he's insane

I have a gun

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