Disabled wordspills,
broken, kernelectomized
their dose of matter,
a size and degree, Fever
for wordsake, Signifiers.
Their mantras for Sense
Won’t Commence or End.
Filibusters in Congress
reprised in English
Departments seared time
And again and at its Seams
Rebroken by Strikes
Of the Disciples
Of Dollared Vacations
“researching” Designs
Evil. Gone on and Away Over,
Verse, Let’s Go! Vamonos! ALors!
All the Beauty I create,
I endow, I elaborate,
I don’t Imitate!
An Original con Safos
y La Letra Zeta
con Gozo!
La Cucaracha Declared It!
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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