labyrinth of self-persiflage

i could hearken

your sesquipedalian

allocution

and you

 

excogitated that i was

supercalifragilisticexpialidociously impressed?

your semanteme may have succeeded

 

reaching my

amygdalae

 

but not the ephemeral mnemonic epitheliums

in my cerebrum.

your lamprophony

didn’t even succor

that i had to ratiocinate. (all i had

perceived were preposterous                               galimatias).

and who bestowed you the apostolicity to             ultracrepidate

how i inaniloquently expatiated my                        repugnance

 

on your eupeptic limerance,

like you could

achieve            pogonotrophy

in two               days as when today

is the             nudiustertian?

 

your

floccinaucinihilipilification

made you a                                  nihilarian,

like an alimenting bee

that,

instead of glorified, uglified a florigelium

engraved in the lamenting                     

escutcheon

as if it were

 

some kind of a phallocentrism

 

 

but which

is not

and never

will be.

Reviews

[Brett Campaigne]

hahaha, im not even gonna pretend to understand all these words... it just sounds good rolling off the tongue of my mind.