Wall of Text

This wall of text, this word salad
Is the opposite of a ballad

Jibber-jabber, blither-blather
All about his jimmer-jammer

Jimmie-jammer, Schlub-a-dub
Pulling puds, three men in tub

A lemon party in the water
Now we have connective fodder

To the sour girls in their sour suites
And we're still nowhere near complete

Thirteen reasons on thirteen sides
All the teenage bullshit themes collide

And of course, the narrative remains
Human beings are greasy s**t stains

The girl dies and the hero fails to see
Humans don't change unsurprisingly

Now nearing the end of the word salad
No point in writing the tearful ballad

The point is made by a wall of text
It happens again so where to next?

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

holy cow, word salad, really...

that was genius!

nice to see you still here my friend..

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, Man. Good to see you too.

[Ruth]

Why smooth the edges when the world's events observed are most often jagged, I say, the ballad is the inspiration of the poem, the text the nitty gritty and you never fail to impress :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Poppy.