You know your own personalised sense of ENDLESS e-n-t-i-t-l-e-m-e-n-t when the ghost has utterly adored AND usurped your EXCEEDING intelligence($). These are literALLy all just words of… self(?!) proclaimed wisdom which CANnot but

Affably a-d-m-i-t to its own sense of deACTIVATED intelligence, actually..

the pace IS relatively smART, the tethering nature of these ((modular)) things…

Acting as if, THIS game of all things encyclopaedic and CERTAINLY u-n-k-n-o-w-i-n-g-l-y curtailed HAS actually become a sting-in-the-tail—-

Of undeniable aforementioned.. actuality(!)

They’ve been both good and derogatory AND d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y Latter-day versions of UniNterpreted persons, even WHEN they’re been ((admittedly)) down on their knees and begging US, plEASE..

To wander and walk AND talk as though / there WAS a little-big-house on the prairie and they don’t even know what to care about anymore(.) These artists a-r-e acting spontaneoUS without even divulging their lessening sense, and there is ——

THIS prestigious and PRESSING SENSE of tenuously attempting to stain the life from these poetically decimated words,indeed – amidst the utter disgustingness of that VERY derived style of pomposity Called poeTRY only minUS the ear-aching VERBosity