I have attempted to write some poems “written by” various South Park characters. In these, I try to “feel” the characters and their worldviews, and write from that. Feel free to give constructive criticism, feedback, and/or suggestions for doing this with other characters below. Enjoy!
(This poem was written in the shoes of the Goth Kids, especially Michael.)
People may think they know me,
My youth, my looks, that’s all they see.
But I see through society’s lies,
I know nothing is Life’s prize.
And I wonder, why am I here?
To watch the conformists run in fear?
Watch them obsess over the stupidest things?
I don’t even want to watch, it’s so depressing.
They’re almost inhuman, so ready to go along,
To watch more pieces of shit sing their shitty songs.
For fun, go “shopping”, and try to buy happiness.
Don’t they all know it leads to nothing but crappiness?
Reader, take this as a warning story,
Don’t be like conformists, or you’ll be sad and sorry.
(This one was written in the shoes of Tweek Tweak.)
They’re coming! They’re coming!
Coming after me!
The thoughts in my head
Will plague me ‘til I’m dead!
Agh, the things they say!
“What if they kill you for being gay?
What if they bomb you? What if they make lunch with cat poo? What’s up with those aliens? Are they trying to nuke our planet?Whatifwhatifwhatifff!”
The noises just won’t quiet!
Whether I’m sleeping, talking, or reading, I’m always right by it!
People always tell me to calm down,
That people like me for who I am,
That everything’s okay.
But they don’t know that! I BETTER PRAY! Everything bad just might happen today!!!!
(This was a poem written in the shoes of Craig Tucker, clearly dedicated to his boyfriend. I know Craig isn’t exactly emotional or expressive, but I just can just perfectly imagine Craig reading Tweek this poem monotonously. Hope this is okay with the shipping rules. If not, please ask me to delete out this one poem first.)
For Tweek
Oh, my beautiful Tweek,
When you’re around the world’s not so bleak.
When I lose Stripe, I think of you.
You keep my life out of the loo.
My sweet dear ‘mate,
Losing you would also be my fate.
Babe, when you’re scared, I’m sad.
Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you if things get bad.
Let our true, passionate love end never,
For I see nothing ahead but us together.
(Written in the shoes of Kenny. For better understanding, note that I headcanon Kenny with a somewhat nihilistic worldview due to his constant dying. In canon, he doesn’t seem that great with words, hence his vulgarity and generally basic speech, so this is more simply written than the other poems. Oh, and this is written in the tone of a (still headcanoned) rare instance of Kenny pondering and being thoughtful.)
All the time I seem to die.
Sometimes I fry.
Sometimes I get pried.
The friends of mine never ‘member when I die.
I wonder why.
Yet they’re just as dry.
They never cry.
‘Cept for Cartman, who thinks he’s sly.
Makes sense that he’d never reply.
He doesn’t care ‘bout anyone, AND knows I’ll always un-die.
Guess it doesn’t matter though, ‘cause I will not lie;
In the end we all have to say bye-bye.