The lunacy of language

The words still come Gather Vying for attention Silently shouting Choose me, choose me I am the subtle variation The thoughtful import You seek NO…choose me I am the hook That will reel them in Heads shaking To dislodge A newly imbedded Thought Others think He’ll never choose us We are too simple, too plain Alliterative aliens Seeking a blank verse savor Others smirk Thinking…. He wouldn’t dare use me My double entendre Would boggle the minds Of the one-dimensional reader Languishing In the lunacy Of language