Although alliterations always add an alluring angle,
Before blindly bringing borrowed blessings,
Carefully construct clean clear criticisms.
Don't desparately drive disproportionate definitions.
Each explanation exiting effortlessly eastwards,
For freely flowing forces frantically fumble forward.
Great gratitude grows graciously,
Hopefully having heartfelt happiness.
Incidentally, in internal increments,
Justifying joyous jealousy judiciously.
Kings know kohlrabi knives kill kneeling kinsmen,
Lovingly lamenting loyalties lost, like leaves.
Mindless, manic, make-believe mirrormen make more mess,
Never needing notice, news networks
Or openness; oblong oranges open outwards.
Preparedness proves perserverance pays pitifully,
Quietly quickening quite quaintly.
Respect recent, revolving, random resolutions,
So superficial splendour supplies sanguine sleep.
To tongue toyingly, tasteless tunes,
Underneath ubiquitous, uniform underlings,
Vying vehemently, venomously, viciously,
While wonders will weakly wreck worryful words.
Xenogenes xerensise, xeroxing xylopyrograhy xerotically,
Yo-yoing yesterdays yarns youthfully.
Zoetropes zigzag zestily; zoned.
















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I have no hopes, no resources, no money. I am the happiest man alive. -- Henry Miller
So you only have XYZ to go... you know, the greek alphabet ends at "O"...
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I have no hopes, no resources, no money. I am the happiest man alive. -- Henry Miller
As for the irony, all I can say is it's pretty much the point.
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You show a great deal of skill with your little experiment, unfortunately this is just one of those poems that crashes my brain and drives me nuts while reading. That and it's two in morning here.
"Mindless, manic, make-believe mirrormen make more mess"
That was cool line. I'll probably see it when I go to writers hell
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A storm is rising.
*stares in disbelief at what is before him.
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