I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram
a military vehicle running over a sensory neuron
damnably surficially square
a bosky of words with the density of air
churlish, annoyingly irresolute
a house of cards kicked by some brute
a whirling mess of wiggly crap
a ridiculous redonkulous deathtrap

my sentences commonly break down
an aquaplane on a freeway in the car of a clown
a smell rises uncompromisingly from the page
an annoying crunch an embarassing rage
no searchlight would find the blight of an original idea
no communicative sounds but a sleepy dyspnea

and yet some readers with cuboid heads and crusted brains
half wit minstrels coughing up ballads of trains
snigger cacaphanously at my swill
trumpeting my constipated ill will
my perky whitewash of intelligence
inconstant bitter small preeminence
churns a small aggregate to vermilion
and they paypal me untold billions
they natter unkindly like old squaws
or maladjusted macaws
while I frivolously cash their providential tidings
for sumptuously craven ashcan elidings

this is the life I've gracelessly managed
cooly ignoring my annoying advantage
I have custody of my marketplace
calling out it's lamb-like fact
I annex it's ideas and make them presentable
a hackworkd minstrel of the purely lamentable
to flat faced stand up goons
the king devil of incisive lampoons

others may catch and arrange the unconscious
my smallness is bitterish and unselfconscious
and still others may masquerade as noble starvelings
aurified woebegone darlings
not I, I've erected the furthest partition
assimilating my maladjusted mission
from the flumping assonant mass of rampageing Kultur
the vapor density of a sumptuous vulture

$and I've done well at it$
$send more money and I shall not quit$

Wenceslas Kabeba
copyright 2021

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On Tuesday, November 16, 2021 at 11:48:16 AM UTC-5, Wenceslas Kabeba wrote:

I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram
a military vehicle running over a sensory neuron
damnably surficially square
a bosky of words with the density of air
churlish, annoyingly irresolute
a house of cards kicked by some brute
a whirling mess of wiggly crap
a ridiculous redonkulous deathtrap

my sentences commonly break down
an aquaplane on a freeway in the car of a clown
a smell rises uncompromisingly from the page
an annoying crunch an embarassing rage
no searchlight would find the blight of an original idea
no communicative sounds but a sleepy dyspnea

and yet some readers with cuboid heads and crusted brains
half wit minstrels coughing up ballads of trains
snigger cacaphanously at my swill
trumpeting my constipated ill will
my perky whitewash of intelligence
inconstant bitter small preeminence
churns a small aggregate to vermilion
and they paypal me untold billions
they natter unkindly like old squaws
or maladjusted macaws
while I frivolously cash their providential tidings
for sumptuously craven ashcan elidings

this is the life I've gracelessly managed
cooly ignoring my annoying advantage
I have custody of my marketplace
calling out it's lamb-like fact
I annex it's ideas and make them presentable
a hackworkd minstrel of the purely lamentable
to flat faced stand up goons
the king devil of incisive lampoons

others may catch and arrange the unconscious
my smallness is bitterish and unselfconscious
and still others may masquerade as noble starvelings
aurified woebegone darlings
not I, I've erected the furthest partition
assimilating my maladjusted mission
from the flumping assonant mass of rampageing Kultur
the vapor density of a sumptuous vulture

$and I've done well at it$
$send more money and I shall not quit$

Wenceslas Kabeba
copyright 2021

Interesting....

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On Tuesday, November 16, 2021 at 11:48:16 AM UTC-5, Wenceslas Kabeba wrote:

I'm a failure at prose, it's painfully buckram
a military vehicle running over a sensory neuron
damnably surficially square
a bosky of words with the density of air
churlish, annoyingly irresolute
a house of cards kicked by some brute
a whirling mess of wiggly crap
a ridiculous redonkulous deathtrap

my sentences commonly break down
an aquaplane on a freeway in the car of a clown
a smell rises uncompromisingly from the page
an annoying crunch an embarassing rage
no searchlight would find the blight of an original idea
no communicative sounds but a sleepy dyspnea

and yet some readers with cuboid heads and crusted brains
half wit minstrels coughing up ballads of trains
snigger cacaphanously at my swill
trumpeting my constipated ill will
my perky whitewash of intelligence
inconstant bitter small preeminence
churns a small aggregate to vermilion
and they paypal me untold billions
they natter unkindly like old squaws
or maladjusted macaws
while I frivolously cash their providential tidings
for sumptuously craven ashcan elidings

this is the life I've gracelessly managed
cooly ignoring my annoying advantage
I have custody of my marketplace
calling out it's lamb-like fact
I annex it's ideas and make them presentable
a hackworkd minstrel of the purely lamentable
to flat faced stand up goons
the king devil of incisive lampoons

others may catch and arrange the unconscious
my smallness is bitterish and unselfconscious
and still others may masquerade as noble starvelings
aurified woebegone darlings
not I, I've erected the furthest partition
assimilating my maladjusted mission
from the flumping assonant mass of rampageing Kultur
the vapor density of a sumptuous vulture

$and I've done well at it$
$send more money and I shall not quit$

Wenceslas Kabeba
copyright 2021

Hi. I'm bumping your poem, without prejudice, to get it back to page 1. The intent is that new readers who come here can better see the number of poets posting here and sample the variety of poems being posted.

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