‘Grammar’: An Acrostic-Anagrammatic Poem
Gosh! Note that beginning a poem with that G-word I’ve just
randomly and unjustly assigned to this one is
a bit poetic-pathetic-grammatically, not quite incorrect. Imperfect? I
mean just look at those absurd hyphenations hahaha!
My mess is a bit of a life, isn’t it? Or should I
absolutely stop that rubbish charade? Perhaps
righting the wronged life by focusing on bribing mine would help. Just saying.
‘Ashley needs to stop herself from turning into ashes,’ writes the
red pen that is my right hand, upon detaching itself from
me. Its ink shouts too loud, whizzing in
my boiling ears as they’re nearly fried of heart, or perhaps art
attack, no thanks to my wasted choice,
grandiosely and gingerly called deflection, daughter of my time thief, agile beyond
repair, so I need to prepare to face the music – explosive ears’ tellings-off, to be most exact.
Getting myself together used to be the ugliest words
my ears have ever heard, but now in desperation, each of them
are in this crazy contest to see which of them is madder at
me. Ouch! The soup I’m in is now far too hot for my liking. So I want out! And
about my novel? Well, how should I say this? Nothing to say yet? Yeah. Just about
right those words are, which is not alright at all.
‘Respect your ruddy overdue process!’ my ears again, sprouting gritted teeth. Bingo! Bitten.
My biting ears have just led me to grip
my torn left arm with my breath, so now another body part is mad at me. Well done me!
‘Apology disproven unless you glitter-glue your writing portfolio
right now!] bootlegged arm threatens, tiger-motherly voice nearly jellyfishing
armed legs, so I need to be careful in case unfinished
grounding business makes my feet run off, leaving me with a tailing tail and a
ravenous, con-artistic relationship with confidence – and eventually shelf-esteem.
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