To commence this utterance of six-pence nonsense
I beseech thee graciously to read this, lackadaisically
for it’s a crack at improvisation-impropriety:
Burnt cigarettes, politics and poetry inside of me
The aftermath of half-sobriety
Filling me, killing me, and providing me with notoriety
for written verse, worse, unrehearsed
a terse curse carried in by mine lexical hearse
Addictive, fricative, sibilant schwa
Hurrah!
I twist the wrist of the verbal God
Sonorant, consonant, obstruent law
My idiolect injects respect ripped out without flaw
I beseech thee graciously to read this, lackadaisically
for it’s a crack at improvisation-impropriety:
Burnt cigarettes, politics and poetry inside of me
The aftermath of half-sobriety
Filling me, killing me, and providing me with notoriety
for written verse, worse, unrehearsed
a terse curse carried in by mine lexical hearse
Addictive, fricative, sibilant schwa
Hurrah!
I twist the wrist of the verbal God
Sonorant, consonant, obstruent law
My idiolect injects respect ripped out without flaw
Ergative, purgative, loosens the jaw,
Verbal diarrhea is the English taught
to me, by pedagogy. Didactic and derogatory.
The professors to the pupils told it slant
Dot the T’s, the I’s you can’t.
I thank my aunt for my infatuation
With voice-to-text and the next oration.
Plus locution with maximal confusion
Collusion learned in a lugubrious, linguistic institution
Boo hoo!
Thought-evolution, evolving
Solving nothing but boredom
More from, discussion post-mortem.
Ideas revolving around mine cerebrum
before I sort ‘em to ad-nauseam
You must applaud them.
I now end this boast with a toast:
Here’s to the ghosts of Old English roasts.
Good writhen!
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