Washing a lingerie's pouch,
I have long been dead.
Using a poem as a soapbox.
Did my first line made sense?
Was my syntax correct
The fuck with grammar and
Punctuation the comma is dead
Buried in a pit of neglect
Can you hear my meter
Because I'm tone deaf
the only thing in iambic
Is myself trying
To grasp the abstract (shift in language)
Describing what I see
Without claiming truths (awkward sound)
Gawdammit what is true?
But words words words that refuse
To be used. Oh, english
I thought I knew you--
Did my first line made sense?
Was my syntax correct
The fuck with grammar and
Punctuation the comma is dead
Buried in a pit of neglect
Can you hear my meter
Because I'm tone deaf
the only thing in iambic
Is myself trying
To grasp the abstract (shift in language)
Describing what I see
Without claiming truths (awkward sound)
Gawdammit what is true?
But words words words that refuse
To be used. Oh, english
I thought I knew you--
I don't know what say next,
I never finish anythin
(very weak ending, build up tension for arrival, sintunado)