Say What?
1 min readOct 11, 2017
If you smile at me, I will understand…
Meaning frequently falters.
Crises of communication arise.
A mishmashed language emerges.
Words suddenly seized by madness.
Pronouns obstinately refuse to agree.
Verbs become tense, lose their voices.
Subjects suddenly, strenuously object.
Every noun strives to be improper.
There are no articles of faith.
Adjectives defy description.
Adverbs insist on subtracting.
Conjunctions avoid their junctions.
Interjections won’t intercede.
Prepositions propose nothing.
No simple sentence of self exists.
The compound, increasingly complex.
These lines, but a babel of fear,
spoken for no one to at all to hear.
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The baby birds’ beaks are empty…
