nonintuitive fragments

Response to the esteemed
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet  
 
 
methinks the man has hit his head;  
no doubt, his poesy is dead—  
to phartz up words worn-out and done  
and think he rides the royal throne!        
 
his metaphors  
are aquifers        
that leak pale meaning;  
and his rhymes,  
in better times,  
were of the blind  
pre-nursery kind:  
unfit for weaning,  
with their cursory, brined  
enjambment  
of nonintuitive  
fragments.  
 
my mongrel dog  
has keener taste,  
e’en when there’s nothing  
left to chase;  
my cockatoo  
can thrill a crowd  
and win the face champs  
in a shroud.  
 
yet comes this twit  
without permit,  
to fondle words  
he can’t afford…  
 
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