The worst alliteration
is living life alone.
But It's only this way
in the aftermath of your three word slang:
Semantics of Futility
In Virtue of
Want Lacking Possibility.
But sometimes
I'll put three other words before names
through the blender in my brain.
Several times,
I found the antithesis
of your old anagram.
It even rhymes:
My life is a predictable palindrome.
It rides our orbit of my *****
that forgot how to roam.