My Rant

Hey poets your overuse of expletives

Is mere abuse of adjectives

And shows no mental exercise

To convince me that your words are wise.

Those words that now comprise your stock

Are castrated of all their shock

So why not allow good composition

To slap your reader if that's your mission.

I hope that I shall never feel

A need for lever, rack or wheel

To reach the varied minds I touch

As you do with your broken crutch.

But you'll go on as I guess you should

Thinking somehow there's a way you could

Stand alone and wreck a truck

By using the word.... that rhymes with it.

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Melissa Rives's picture

Now this rant...brings a chuckle to me! :) I only hope my rhymes do not fall into this category! :)