My words fall dead upon the floor,
Bugger 'em, they were useless, a bore.
Another syllable, statement, rhyme,
Destroyed by an overworked mind.
Another senseless act of blubberage,
Wreaked upon the English language.
It was lined up against a wall to kill
Then we all took aim and fired at will.
Another battalion of words stepped up,
Prepared for the impending stuff up.