Word Play Turns Ugly

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.