With all the talk of endangered species, perhaps it’s time for some “saving” activism on behalf of our language.
Micro-Feasting by Odin Roark To propagate the dung heap of ignorance, Is to place on low simmer A main course of illiteracy. How festive the chefs of mental starvation Make the tables of 140-character-feasting, Luring the gullible Along with the lazy, The doltish And the lost, To gorge, then purge, Then ignore the noxious vapor Of sentience becoming residue waste. So stirs this caldron of abbreviated ingredients, Stifling taste buds for savoring delectable elocution, Reducing vocabulary to bulimic shorthand And expecting all to join this achromatic work-around. Hopefully, the language of full syllabic enunciation Will return with a vengeance, Sending expression’s drive-by expediency Into its all too deserving exile. Consideration pauses in the distance. One can hear the echoes of dismay, “Does this mean we’re expected to read… AGAIN?
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