Punctuation Crisis

Un-nerved by formal sentencing assemblies, Marks and Words, bound by conjunctive amenity. The tried beliefs that short cuts speed words into action. Made stuffy Old School feel out of fashion. Punctuation board-slams her silver gavel; “A shortened distance, yet far to travel.” Marks are pushed into line to enter their plea. Dash Dash Dash has trailing thoughts… Comment remarks that it thinks too much. Question Mark, curiously rotund and stout, asks “What’s this meeting all about?”. Proud Period, acquainted with the strident rituals of formality, Quickly departs, leaving a daunting spot of terse finality. Comma’s game of pause and snag, grammatically adheres to one of tag. Overwrought Exclamation Mark, nervously blurts: “Unruly disorder can make matters worse!”. Semi colon maintaining proper pauses, Stays anchored between compelling clauses. Colon fearful of growling barks, snuggles closer to Quotation Marks. Apostrophe’s like for word possession, worries over changing word obsession Oh, Oh! Oh? Oh… These are shameful attempts to monopolize, Even with trite words, of unassuming size. . Punctuation thinks her identity’s impaired Might she be confused with the shrew, Grammar? She calls to order a capitol thought. sliding up to Exclamation Mark, shouts “’STOP!’ The object of this meeting, Is not subject to self- beating. No presence is here to criticize, or chastises, nor harmonize. If getting through is what stays true. Will be understood by some , but always to you.”.