ABOUT THE POEM: This piece explores the inner landscape of a lone wanderer who calls himself Ronie Dinosaur, moving through life with the detached grit of a modern ronin. It confronts hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and the hollowness of living without companionship, family, love, or even a god to answer to. The poem examines the strange dignity of walking forward anyway, refusing to rot like the internet doomer archetype. It captures a raw, minimalist view of existence—one man against the empty world, stripped of illusions, relying only on habit, style, and the stubborn will to continue.Sometimes a man has to look in the mirror
at least once a day,
maybe after taking a dump,
while washing his hands.
The internet “Doomer” gives up and rots.
Ronie Dinosaur walks.
He acts out of habit
and out of style.
Yes, I know I am hungry.
And I know what to eat
and how much it costs.
And I am thirsty too,
but I know how to quench thirst.
The trouble is-
where is that nectar?
So I keep walking.
Time will tell,
you and me both,
what I am made of.
I have no one.
No dog,
no cat,
no plant,
no insect,
no wife,
no child,
no mother,
no sister,
no brother,
no friend,
no girlfriend,
no lover,
no whore,
no mistress,
no father,
no god.
No one ahead of me,
no one behind,
no one above,
no one below.
I have no one.
None at all.
