Simply Elementary

Large and copious is this corpse;
a near uncountable body
of wicked work
which foul marks show,
battered and thumbed
what mad mind
could plumb to such dark depths?
To kill not with a swift strike
but ceaseless brutish battering
the sound shattering
sending teeth chattering
gossiping greatly
about the potential party
prone to vicious violence.
Each blundering blow
a significant stab
constituting criminal intent
consistent crime
upon a consistency,
callously enacted
with all the art and finesse
of a sledgehammer
against a porcelain-white paper-thin leaf
From the wreck
any amateur can easily detect
a long laborious line
boring in its trying toiling
so messy in its message
crude cumbersome movements
a curse upon such cowards!
It truly is a mystery
this murder consigned to history
going down in infamy
the shoddy ex-body
clearly saying
'they've got it in for me!'
as it lies languidly
for all to see and stare at.
A gruesome sight
in which only the perverse take delight
as all the parts are misplaced
all jumbled up, a stifling stiff;
what amateur constructed this corpse?
It reeks of the beginner
that dreams of aspiring higher
though this body has expired;
dead, dull, deceased.
A poor body of work to be sure,
yet not so sure of the instrument of death
for that could have been almost anything
from a poisonous pen
to a prattler s word;
forever going on and on
but never reaching anything of meaning,
always yearning yet never learning.
So it is
this body has been murdered
its entirety quite entirely dead
as deceased as the dumb dodo,
the perpetrator still at large
or at least in view of a few
where they remain
unskilled in all but kill
for they are a butcherer
quite blind to all but their own words;
an utter idiot of idioms
who murders the language
leaving only a corpse to remain
a bloated body or work,
the tone so forced and unnatural
that it is a crime against poetry and prose.