hyperbole

“Hyperbole is not easily dealt with. Usually, it collapses
under its own weight.”—Gwen Ifill
 
when every molehill swells up like a mountain,
and every drip becomes a tidal wave,
you might as well seek refuge from the fountain
if, by swift flight, your last breath you can save.
 
when every word becomes encyclopaedic,
a litany of metaphors and puns
soon strangles commonsense with hyperbolic
innuendos, whose every volume stuns.
 
when every glance an x-ray makes of browsing—
a searchlight peeling bare the naked soul—
deflect your gaze, lest you be caught carousing,
your penance fetching you a heavy toll.
 
when simple innocence apes shrewd conniving,
and mercy sucks the seeds of negligence,
let not ill find full fury for malthrivivg:
shun verdicts based on spurious evidence.
 
© Copyright 2023 September 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫