Poem Within a Poem

Words in the belfry, words in the hall, words in my sandwiches, words for us all. What if you know no written words? What if you cannot read? What is my world? Words in my head, swirling around, making me laugh. Idiocy, munchkin and calf. How would you play video games if you could not read how to win or succeed? Crazy words, kooky words, sexy words too, sensuous words for the likes of you. You would grow up in a world, feeling completely left out, practically wanting to shout. Adjectives like worrisome, intense, sickening, magnificent, gloriously, dependably blue, Adjectives, smad-jectives, verbs, curbs, pronouns, ho-downs, they all make you pout. Verbs like shucking, laughing, jumping, whirling, swirling, dancing, prancing, wheezing, Verbs? You want me to care about something like that? I cannot read Dick, Spot or Jane. Gardening, swimming, oops, I am switching back to adjectives thinking of brimming. I cannot read sight words you moron, do not even know what they are, I am in pain. Words in my pancakes, words changing my food, butter, syrup, oozing, I am in a great mood! I will have to get along somehow, maybe as a thug, maybe selling coke, maybe selling a drug. I will be a linguist, librarian, teacher, I will write sermons, songs, maybe be a preacher. Cannot even play video games, let me be, your written-encrusted world has nothing for me.