This poem started as a challenge to myself — a moment of curiosity and play. I wanted to see if I could weave a constellation of K-pop references into a poem without losing sincerity, rhythm, or heart.
But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about references at all.
This piece became a quiet dedication to the outsiders, the ones who move differently, create loudly, and refuse to shrink themselves for comfort. It’s about lineage — musical, creative, generational — and about writing for the people who don’t quite fit the mold, but keep building their own anyway.
This poem is for the misfits, the monsters, the ones finding their voice and stomping forward unapologetically.
For the outsiders, the monsters, and everyone bold enough to carve their own lane.
Sacred Misfits Poetry by Rowan Evans
When I write universes are created, every stanza a BIGBANG.
It’s no Secret, why I write so fast. This is real life, no special f(x)— pen to paper, a masterpiece in 4Minutes flat.
I’ve written poems to inspire women. To show them they’re all Wonder Girls.
Because I truly believe this is a— Girls’ Generation.
I’ve been doing this for a long time. I’ve been doing this since before I was 2NE1.
Now I write for the Stray Kids, the sacred misfits— and every outcast, made to shrink.
I write for the BABYMONSTERs, the big stompers— and anyone paving their own lane.
Step inside a storm. Step inside me. Slim & Shady is not a voice borrowed from another—it is mine: reverent, sly, untamed, and unapologetically chaotic. This piece does not whisper. It does not pause. It collides worlds, universes, and characters, letting the lines crash into each other like supernovae of thought and fire.
This is a poem for those who can feel intensity as a pulse, who can ride the chaos instead of fleeing it. Let it overwhelm. Let it dazzle. Let it press every sensory button you didn’t know you had. In this multiverse of madness, every reference, every rhyme, every collision is intentional—it is me, fully unleashed, letting the cosmos of my mind spill into ink.
Do not attempt to tame this. Do not attempt to categorize it. Let Slim & Shady lead you through a frenzy of fandom, obsession, and wild, reverent devotion to the art of rhyme itself.
Buckle in. The ride is relentless.
—Rowan Evans
Slim & Shady VII: Multiverse & Madness – A collision of worlds, chaos, and creativity in Rowan Evans’ epic poetic vision.
I’m slim and shady, reverent and sly, Here til the end, til the day I die. Do you see it? Do you feel it? The fire inside—a mask for madness, Insanity divine, I rhyme like a master. You can call me Splinter. You’re nothing to me, turtles in a half-shell, You can call me Shredder.
Yeah, it’s morphin’ time, The way I flip these rhymes. Rita, you’re repulsing, So I come dangerous, call me Zedd, Aiming at your dome, coming straight for your head.
Magneto bending metal like a verse from my mind, Venom wrapping syllables around your spine. Batman lurking in the shadows of my rhyme, Joker laughs in meter, chaos in perfect time.
Ichigo’s Bankai, slicing through the night, Vegeta’s pride igniting Super Saiyan might. Light Yagami’s notebook—every word a deathly bite, Alphonse’s armor echoing the pain I write.
Aizen schemes, a chessboard in every line, Frieza laughs, snapping planets in my rhyme. Goku goes Ultra Instinct, faster than the mind, Every punch, every kick—syllables entwined.
Scorpion, “Finish Him!”—spines crack with my sound, Sub-Zero freezing verses, bodies hit the ground. Mario stomps Bowser, coins raining like my bars, Link swings Master Sword, cutting through scars.
Geralt of Rivia, silver sword and potion swirl, Kaer Morhen nights, monsters get unfurled. Bowser roars, Peach jumps, chaos in pixel swirl, Level up, final boss—yeah, it’s my world.
Starkiller ignites the Force, lightning from my hand, Vader’s choke across the verse, hear it expand. Lightsabers clash in the cadence of my flow, Sith and Jedi—watch the galaxy explode.
Deadpool breaks the fourth wall, laughs bleeding through the page, Thanos snaps reality, I escape the cage. Battle Royale screams, students clash, ink like rage, Ichi’s knife cuts, shadows dancing on the stage.
Time collapses, multiverse bending in rhyme, DBZ explosions colliding with Bleach’s divine. Every hero, villain, anti-hero—cross the line, The cadence accelerates—my chaos, my design.
We’re spinning worlds, colliding comics, anime, and game, Slim & Shady VII—madness has a name. Through multiverse and madness, the rhymes don’t tire, All-out, all-burning—one verse, infinite fire.
Poetry by Rowan Evans 