Drama unfolds, Act 1:
I still hunt for treasured tomes
Bestselling words that will inflate in value
In fifty years or so.
Is it glory I see? How glorious will it be?
When I come across words along my travels:
Downsize, sharpshooter
Au contraire you say.
Downpour, quick-witted
And hearsay...
Legalese aside, doublespeak endures and hides the true meaning
Let's celebrate, pontificate, show ire, become irate
And admit we have a fetish not absurd...
A diverse and rich lexicon and a love for words.
Drama unfolds, Act 2:
Waiting in line for a zinger
I wish I had more time to linger
Roll the consonants around in my mouth
Lick, taste and savour each sound.
Sacred are these moments with words
And sacrilege if we are to purge
So let's call on our sage, let's act our age
And enjoy the beauty of words.
Footsteps, footnotes, ibids and indentations
Describing the world with angst or jubilation
Landscapes unfettered by man
Blueprints for travel and my next tan
I've come to rely,
I'll use them until I die
Whoa, boy oh boy,
Do I sound deadpan!
Drama ends:
Nature did not ask for a saviour
It just fills in the gaps with what it has
Same goes for those books we see on the floor
They did not ask to be born...
