My naive expectations Promised golden days They were youthful aspirations In those long gone yesterdays
I suffer so with linguistic anguish At corruption of our English language Spouting double negative pollution Ascertains no positive conclusion
I wish I could dream up a meta-phor or five To keep my poems more poetically alive I will always be known as the poet who's hacking If I continue to write poems metaphorically lacking
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