he wallows in the slop,
seemingly unable to stop
alliteration is his biggest sin
grimly gripping grand and grotesque lines alike
rhythm and rhyme are somewhere
deep in the heap of crap
he cranks out
similes are his favorites
but parsimonious as desert dew
when he hunts for one
that's new
metaphors bounce beyond
his reach, on harder ground
than the pen he shares with hogs
doubtless the domain of dogs
far bigger than he
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
he wallows in the slop,
seemingly unable to stop
alliteration is his biggest sin
grimly gripping grand and grotesque lines alike
rhythm and rhyme are somewhere
deep in the heap of crap
he cranks out
similes are his favorites
but parsimonious as desert dew
when he hunts for one
that's new
metaphors bounce beyond
his reach, on harder ground
than the pen he shares with hogs
doubtless the domain of dogs
far bigger than he
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