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In Any Case...A Spoken Word Poem About Wordiness

July 17, 2024

In any case, 

be it brief or attaché, 

subject, object, or possessed,

I am inured for your benefit 

injured by your shmenderfit!

Are you hearing this?

A lovely nesting doll 

may reveal emptiness, 

then where is your tenderness

for torrential grammar snits?

Pouring silliness on your

sugar cereal fix!

There are two ways to interpret this gibberish; 

correct or in-correct-ish.

In correct-ish, and you will never come out of it-ish,

out correct-ish and proud of it-ish!

We're here! They’re there! Here here!

A short redirect-ish:

I love you like 

a baby loves bubbles, 

popping and squealing 

with Joy: my sister-in-law,

her cheeks are reddish, 

she has more than one pet fish,

and she enjoys a good egg dish.

You might think, the case of this mischief 

lies in baldness, a state of which 

the author is familiar with, 

the train of which I’ve lost it,  

not the baldness, but the author-ness.

We are subject to many suffixes 

which lends a meaning needing-ness

to their existance.

Do you understand this? 

It might make you,

as the Germans say,

“Banderkamfenklipis”

or “a state of I made that up-ness”.

This is all very redolent 

of sequitur-ness, 

a tram of thinkinness 

between cities of otherness; 

other than meaningfulness.

Wo to you if you intend 

directness and profoundness 

in which your luck is shit out of

which reminds me of transitives

and sandwiches! 

So just roll with it, 

someday, your nap rap will territorial sit 

(that makes sense no of it).

In any case, my point was 

fined for breaking off the pencil 

tip - a hot tip for you insta nitwits, 

I’ll swipe your videos with a robot 

fingertip; artificial intelligence 

negating your sweater review viral hit.

Am I killing it? Or just 

maiming shit? In any case, 

label it, your fear of death or 

hot salsa, or periwinkle transitives,

the direct object of which is intransient! 

To whit, in summary, with love, 

in regard, 

your most obedient servant, 

Jeffrey Delano Davis-ness

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