Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jugging
Understanding or trying to understand
Society, myself, poetry and writing
Trying to figure out the nature of man
Feel like penning something down
Enlightening, foolish, fermenting furores
Encrypting etymologies, unleashing new sounds
Latching to words anew, to get around
Life itself, limericking lampoons
Intense satires, making buffoons
Knowing the unknowability of all
Embattling staleness, to clichés maul
With nothing I own truly mine
Rusty, used language
I am trying to define
Things my own way, a tradition find
I can call my own, to
None owe allegiance
Good, bad or of mediocre kind
Alas, ‘tis not easy to disown
Poets, stalwarts, giants who seem, to
Own all ways to speak, say, scream
Encaptured the word, leaving
Me obsolete, just to sit, and to mope and moan.
22 February around 8 PM
2 comments:
Wow! This is a new developement i'm noting! Great fun, have always tried to do this, but i can never do! Carry on!
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- Laura
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