Viscosity
Everybody knows a blustering windbag
Who constantly flaps flaccid gums
Yet says nothing of any consequence at all.
Who'll slurp clear whatever smear
Stains the moist underbelly
Of outlying nether regions.
Such a butt-munch
Pulls each punch
And loves to gargle lumpy lyonnaise.
Even when sorrowful
The boor heehaws
Absentmindedly
While colossal seesaws
Lumber noisily
Against a fancy backdrop.
Often faux-furry
They gesticulate rather than articulating
Amidst brackish backwaters.
Fetid phrases have been found
To be teeming with crawling truisms
In the oily runoff of simpleton sentences.
Vociferous as well as viscous;
They're very deaf to their own verbosity
Which lacks both value and vigor!
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What poet on twitter has earned your ire today? Without a name or names, I would just think you're reflecting. Why drop the ball like this? Is it because you're a coward? Don't be a coward. Be strong.
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