Brain storming

My friend has a nerd-hop band, and has a collaborative writing email that he send out to a bunch of writers he knows. He send out one saying he wanted more words for a poem that described poetry.

Words spit forward in your soul,
just grab some rhythm, and go daddy-o
And to complicate it quite simply,
is a reason to get them all hooked.
Like sin the sounds floats gently,
When to be heard or be looked.
Adverbs are mine,
rhythm and rime,
the lips the teeth the tip of the toung keeps the time.
poetry booms in a thunderous sound,
the ground shakes, additives get down,
Synapses snap with a clap of insane
the words drop in a hard torrential rain.
Verbs howling, scowling, blowing wind scar,
as it bends the trees, natures whammy bar.
Gail force metaphors move your ship.
the toung on the tip, of the teeth, of the lip,
keeps the time in line with a storm front in mind.
similes hail, smacking hill and dale,
elements before which all creatures do quail.
and you tell by the smell or look in my eye,
that my adverbs flash as they light up the sky.
as the words make wind, a dj makes beets,
get up on your feet, get the f**k up on your feet!
language leaps lively.
showers you frozenly.
This poetry is all that I am,
I am a sentence you can not diagram.
Drench to the bone, Muse reigns on her thrown.
all alone no cover no shelter to be shown,

Just feel the wind, and hear rythum everywhere.

Author's Note

I guess you'd have to hear this with music, and hear the delivery of the piece to really understand it.
Ignore spelling.
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