Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 36

(We all dislike/hate certain words and locutions; here are some of mine.)

A Grand Solution

“Now, going forward”—this I heard
Before my brain and soul shut down.
I wished a predatory bird
Would swoop the speaker (such a clown)

Right off his feet and carry him
To the Grand Canyon’s steepest ledge—
A gorgeous view—the northern rim—
Then drop the speaker off the edge.

While he descends in fatal speed,
I’ll watch (at least, I feel I can)
Until I hear him cry and plead.
And I’ll say, “Going forward, man?”

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