Nonsense Pit Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I won't stand on the edge of your nonsense pit
Where the footing is precarious and speech is the best offense of a merciless combatant
My position here is unsteady, lucidity staggering
The vertigo caused by language
It circles like a blind faith whirlpool

If you give them a finger, they will take your hand
If you give them your hand, they will take the whole arm
Deep bass growlings, the thunder of gibberish bison
Deaf crusader perfection is the one that can balance here

The deal with your illusion of content
Is easily broken down in lesser quantities
But here is the motherlode of blather
It emits the call, blows on the conch of ancient linguistic warfare

In the black bottomless, not mindful perversity of discourse
Shines in inverse like the negative of a photograph
It overwhelms those got lost and find themselves at the edge of the pit
Reference points are blind turns for the inexperienced, "it doesn't make sense"