Untitled (but I'm leaning toward Word Vomit)

 
Excuse me while I whip this out!
You can close your mouth, smile, giggle or pout
But without a doubt you might find this diction a little hard to swallow
If you follow my fun fan fiction for follies and frivolities to laugh and wallow

I love me some of that big fat assonance
As well as constant consonants conspiring without repugnance
What I spit may not always be lit or hot to hit the spot for design or rhyme
But you know, me so corny I joke a long time

It’s not exactly what I say but what’s in between the lines

So let me spread ‘em further apart so you can read the signs

But if it’s in the tip of my tongue among a throng of long hung diphthongs
Then a diarrhea of onomatopoeias will be a BLAST! to splatter wherever it belongs

Sick right?
Just sit tight
For this one I’m only getting started
Whether it stinks or bombs just stay calm and we’ll see why this brain has farted
My word vomit is like a spurred comet, you see it and you know you want it
I’ll taunt it and flaunt it but this isn’t your daddy’s sonnet

Do you want to see my ditties?
(Sí, Oui?)
They’re pretty witty and gritty and it can certainly make a kitty all giddy
Like catnip just the tip of this quip will slip in quick to pick a slick lick
Then when it’s near your ear you’ll hear a severe jeer like it’s a strict trick

Relax and let this unit of poetry inside you
It’ll glide and slide with a wide stride like the high tide is about to pass through
Enjoy the reeling feeling which you may just find appealing
Who knows, it might be so illuminating you’d probably think it’s all so revealing

Grin and bear it then pin and share it on the condition that it’s not forged
This dictionary is very scary the way it can parry when it becomes fully engorged
Sometimes it will get so big and thick and firm the terms seem to be swollen
So long as you can handle it when you feel it get past your semicolon;

With any luck you won’t get stuck but have a really good fixation
Feel the pen and traits the way it dominates and motivates a wild imagination
Innuendoes are all abound when they sound so compound and complex
And when you’re astounded and confounded, surrounded with these effects I’ll come flex

Do you feel jaded or faded maybe exacerbated, lured by a master baiter?
After you waited and weighted, aggravated with the crocks from this instigator
Do you still crave a conclave of depraved senseless rants and raves?
I just don’t think your thirst is ever really satiated through these unrated airwaves

I mean seriously, who here doesn’t like aural? (Queue the angelic choral)
And does it matter if it’s down and dirty, purty, flirty or immoral
But you naughty birds like to catch words that get the heart and mind all stirred
Even if this nerd herds them in when the verse sounds so absurd

#Got ‘em