That makes the world go mad That brings the crowds to their feet That spreads like wildfire Through a dry winter forest
Is it those excessively long words? The loquacious ramblings Of an insecure mind aspiring To authentic intellect?
Is it perhaps... the "creativity" of varied spacing or... could it be..... the lack of capitalization the loathsome little letters screaming out hey, look at us! ... or maybe it's the punctuation marks, littered, haphazardly through the text (whether used correctly) or, theyre not?! despite worrds mispeled and a grammar might is broken can these tricks increase interest though miswritten or misspoken?
Is the trick alliteration Whose bite brightly bids us To center on the snappy sounds? Although all along unvoiced underneath Ideas idle in the isles (or perhaps the aisles) Of the mind To meld and craft and bind Our thorough thoughts And worthy words Into lines Which Heard by herds Raise the Praise for which we Privately, desperately Pray
Maybe it's a magical mix Of splendid in-your-head rhythm Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks Flowing smoothly without schism
Well-spaced stanzas Well-used time Well-crafted phrases Well-thought-out rhymes
Well, maybe not... those gems are often ignored cast-aside, unclicked, abhorred
Because the modern world doesn't need your rules your restrictions your regulations your misguided boundaries your oppression your antiquated ideas of "the right way" to write to speak to act to live to (fill in the blank)
No, what the modern world needs is Negation! Contradiction! Resistance! Revolt!
And poetry whose words Say the same thing Repeat the same meaning Echo the same lyrics Rephrase the same thoughts But in an ever-so-slightly Different Varied Changed up way Line After line Of synonyms over and over again