(This prose poem was written on my fridge with a "magnetic poetry" kit, this means that I was limited in my choice of words. I have left the words in the poem in their original case and tried to reproduce the layout on my fridge so as to replicate as best as possible the reading experience. )
trenchant delight
or a fusillade of
verbos ity
I form a language in beauty
when my idea ameliorate s the miscreant
character spurn ing I endeavor to enervate
and expunge through
obscure temerity
never must you feel sanguine with
why which and how
represent some herculean system
say the missive
ask me
is that our nefarious pedagogue
if we question an opaque book
it will find no thought
to ursurp & influence
you would
follow my word in time