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Click hereAnd I pose
without repose
the universe grows red with prose
much like a drunkard's nose
A symptom of excess
I s'pose
For some have learned
(that's a strong word)
That pen beats sword
In indirect rapport, at least
Yet others seek
To deafen the meek
So that they might reach some peak
Of peace- a trick!
Yonder, there stands
the one who'll teach
those who won't listen
how to preach
In a new language,
Same old stitch
So that all* might get along
All work for "I"
while some shout "we"
out of conviction**
with(out) glee
Others, to attrition
Speak at "you"
Cause their mirrors broke
And what's a bloke to do for seven years?
*minus those obstinate, obtuse, obfuscating, obsolete
If only they could disappear somewhere in the deep, dark night!
**life without parole
the words bounced around in my head just right; i like the way you used the "big words" so easily.
I like this poem, TK .. very clever and the rhyme and rhythm are great. :)