Word nonsense.
A whimsical outburst of
disconnected words
Scurried out in maddened
herds
They ran along in lines
Like drunken swine’s
Weaving about with
promiscuous meanings
Be careful for they have
poetic leanings
But with them lacking a
purpose
They are just a lot of
discourse
There goes the last of
them now
Well the poem has to end
somehow.
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