Intenders Poems | Examples

A Dear John Letter

I seem never far flung from thoughts supreme and a my/their/your/importance to things at/of a conscious cramped mind. If thinking is Activity, 
Thoughts, action streams that flow from equal amounts of
"Spirits" aplenty-a necessary catalyst and music, yes
Music the ****** of word birth, unknown, exacting, pure, 
coital corporeal, clean corded from an ancient womb world,
then I am a premiere primary post partum poet, 
pious and plentiful, panoramic and primal----
least of which I follow the noneany standards of 
prose polished rule constraints of useless
ninny-nanny nonsense frivolity of any/all nil/nothing of 
menial meanderings of less viable word wit-tent. 
Everything id intended by therefore their "crowd" creators,
lest us/we behold that soulless saturated 
stingy sick mass raptures of wordly whiny wimp
wis-dumbectomies,  courtesy of ignorant intenders 
that soils its rhymes via elementary elusive exaggerations 
for the masses of asses with 
vocabularies of molasses 
when they read-listen-write-wrong rewrite
a pontious plight in that life Ass-ignment ignorant driven 
illicit class of uncreative writings of Life. Tragedy 101