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young whippersnapper brain
pours out her last idea
flicking adjectives into dirty dumpster
nouns prance off, disgusted
without elaboration or fancy descriptions

verbs take the lead, 
kicking their adverbs to the curb
your nuances no longer welcome, 
a mob mentality 
seeking satisfaction in a brick alley

prepositions begin to arrive at the front
under the discarded boxes
searching through the rubble of the day
one climbs up the filthy trash heap
jumping into a pile of overused words

word play being what it is, 
startling, laughing, loving gerunds arrive
carrying participles on their backs.
They cannot stop hitting, hurting and killing each other

Stop! Title yells. I want some kind of legacy.
I have no words to add, being mute and respectful of my elders
I am a mere homophone, 
too consternated to know these two warring factions
well enough to take sides.

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