Clog clog clogging up, dominant scrawling,

tongues foreshortened every morning;

careless fingers play with qwerty,

shirking beauty, empty

endless asphalt roads to                                                         

 

wag wag wagging tales of water;

heartsink warning, minds in mourning,

words unversed in seventeen lines;

crumbled poesy, boundless

flimsy strings of

 

cc semen

me me mewing

more boar boring

ceaseless spewing

climbing clawing coveted summit

planting flags on a pyramid of shit

you won

you won

an imaginary war

with a poverty of verse and a

 

clog clog clogging up, dominant scrawling,

tongues foreshorten every morning;

careless fingers play with qwerty,

shirking beauty,

 

empty.