I Am the Pox of Vox — Worship Me!

I am the pox of vox

Approx'in' outside the box

I find the gutteral utteral,

And rhyme the countercultural

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I'm the jokalization of vocalization

That imprimaturs texted contextual damnation

I state the stately worldly words of absurd

Suiting me with slurs, for- and backwardly, blurred

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I cull the stampede of the call of words unheard

Cherrypicking for mo'better words from the herd

And breed the inbred more-lettered verbs

From scatalogical four-letter words preferred

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A phraser-taser phrasing the phrases

That cuff you and then stings you with mazes of lasers

And roughly spoken from the verbal assaulters

Who fall back on last word-haver defaulters

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I am the chyme of rhyme

Prosaic in trochaic time

Driving my riders in the hearse of verse

Carrying carrion that can't get wordly much worse

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A meter defeater and lipreader repeater

A spondee respondee and X-platform re-Tweeter

And reader unseater and midlife wife-beater

Who writes about life's dead words from grim reapers

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I am impiety of notoriety

And the satiety of impropriety

Doling out wrongs with umlauts and diphthongs

Even in dipwrong überglyphic insobræ'ty

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The ass of assonance

With abundance of comeuppance

Rolling ripples of illiterate alliterations

Better 'literated as literate respited reiterations

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I am sentence dependence

Sans sentient repentance

I am the maelstrom of poem

With much more than then-some

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Poetic injustice

Hacking mopheme pertussis

In the gutter of suckling utters

At the vulgarian's struggling udders

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I wax manic in ambit iambic

For I am what I am it

A depression of expression

Inviting recession

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I climb the vile pile of bibliophile style

As a man who descends where no man's an isle

I teach learned-not burned-out lessons of wit

In spurt-out churned-out sessions retrofit

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Thrumming sonorous malodorous

Drumming free verse visibly vice-versus

I am the frack of frickin' fricatives

Trolled with bowls visibly expletive

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When simply said is said and done, done

I singly cannot be outdone

Skimming off the top

I'm the final glottal stop

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And the wordsmith pullies I blacksmith herewith

Are laced with cookies you should reject forthwith