"Confessions of a Mass Worderer..."

I fought 'gainst this 'diss-ease'
see, I know there are those
that may despise these...

Thoughts...
scramble as they ramble
thru the woulda, coulda
n' shoulda's of this preamble...

but a penny I gamble,
the verse...once it disperse,
"I Stallone" n' just go Rambo...

The velocity n' frequency of
this spittin' spree keep hittin'
thee with furious ferocity flexed
with Worderous glee...

I seize, the 'seas row'
flossin' as I'm glossin' the flow
showin' those foes, how it goes...

blow after blow...
'they all fall down'
deadend by the sound
of the Worderer's:

Vicious vernacular
Eloquently spectacular
Resonatin' linguistically  sound
Sensibilities be bound
Ear-wary, deep seeded...in ground

Fillin'  'em, illin' them
killin'  'em like 'weed'
with a need to read
they 'sweat' my 'wet'
'eye feed' they concede...

Defeated, 'haters' should
crater their plans til the next
millennia...

Though the nature of beast
predicts most will desire to
re-fire what little is into them...

N' yet you bet...

The Worderer has amassed
a MASS of verbiage in his 'brim'
so the cost of accostin' the boss
of Worderous debris will be sky high

as another 'Might End' me fist
is lost, by a Wordererin' Me...