Must be Diction Talking

August 14, 2010



Must Be Diction Talking



Why so sensitive,

wigging with the testiness?



Are you a detective kid?

Come get a lecture, you and your tiff.



Fit’s and split’s all things amiss.

Now I’m reliving this battle of wits.



This scramble of fling’s,

putting a big flex in my stature.



It’s a matter left to the bashful artist.

Who might try and capture the rift?



Any allied subsistence shall prove omniscient.

Hopefully there’s a band to play Styx.



And God can save us from this mix,

of soliloquy’s and occurrences of unpleasantries.



A festivity that is not so perplexed,

would suffice comfortably.



My freedom derives from my fervor,

and I need some freakin’ respect.