Beware this angry thing
wobbly on its metrical feet
drunk with intention
raring for a scandalous spat
which in spiteful mockery
it defines as a mollusk
even if a mollusk
is rarely scandalous
or not at all

It goes around
slapping vague couplets
shoving the newer forms rudely
pinching misplaced commas;
the very nipples of trendy tersaz
Mad, it shrieks
that it was once part of the leaves
outraged, that its voice
howls foreign
when its real vernacular
is silence
that mimes nobility
masking the grandest love

It shouldn’t be
and it knows,
bitter kept matted beard
forsook baths (yes Horace!)
drools vowels in sleep
while its participle
shockingly dangles

Finally
rewards your patience
with a disdainful
why are you still here?

01/06/2013

Posted on 01/06/2013
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