Exclamatories by Jessica Ni Leacai
What words, what grammar given,
to seethe sordidly thru me.
Not necessary, need be barated,
these spat soundings of thee.
How horrid, how crudely chiped,
the proud perfunctorates were said.
But blatantly, bristled an author,
in ripostes rounding their stead.
Where whimmed, where curtness came,
an aboral amoeban does explode.
Still spewing, stench now noxious,
the raucity recoiling all nodes.
This poem can be read on poetry.com- http://poetry.com/poems/158587