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Words are wasted
These days
Tossed out like food wrappers
Both are examples
Of
How lazy our world has become
Spoiling ourselves
On easiness
And entitlement
All this grandiose
Vague bullshit poetry
Gives poets a bad rap
We have enough of one already.
Words are precious things
That have been turned
Semi-precious
As though a skilled con-man has
Gotten hold of them
Making them seem less than their
Apparently not so inalienable worth
Words have great meanings
Only one per, used properly
In English, anyway
That broad-ranging, narrow-minded bastard language
Which I love
Writers use words
Others don't know the meaning to
Because the writer knows it exactly
Seeks to expand a reader's mind
Not make 'fuck' or 'never'
A comfort word.
But then again,
No one really makes it as a writer
Anymore.
