‘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, eac