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I’m seeking out a splendid metaphor,
nouns AWOL, adjectives phoned a sickie,
puns, clichés, homonyms,... What are they for?
Maybe I could find some help on Wiki
but I’ve been told it’s riddled with mistakes.
I did believe the fault was my glib brain
racing nowhere fast; oh, how it now aches
to realise it’s stuck in old moraine,
sterile debris, while trailing spoor and slime!
Routine grammar’s absurdly reductive,
meaning’s faithless, ideas tombed in lime.
Writing’s an addiction, a seductive,
pitiless sadist; I wouldn’t wish it
on my worst enemy. Language is shit.