MondayIII June

Word War II: The pen is mightier than the sword

It's a verbal revolution.
The word-bomb’s blown.
And the rhyme is mined,
Tearing mind from mind:
Violently altering book-time.

It'll become known as the war of page and pen.
A writer’s war without beginning, middle or end.

The letters have been fully articulated.
Marching with hyperbole,
No pause for commas or syn-tactical rest.
Their verbal dexterity put to the spelling test.
The hope for ‘le mots juste’ or at the very best -
The ability to achieve a lot more with a little less.
Is their (imagi) nation’s only behest.

But what now our troops in disarray?:
‘A’ fears attrition
‘M’ is on a private mission
‘P’ never asks permission
And has always lacked precision.

The alphabet army sprawls and loiters:
Forcefully fornicating with horny h's.
Brawling in the second clause.
Drinking like the beer'll come full-stop.
They don't sleep in their bunks.
They read useless chunks.
Leave dirty grammer,
Hanging in the shitter.
They stutter and stammer.