Gone To The Dawgs Poem by Francie Lynch
Gone To The Dawgs
When you speak
I break the conversation contract.
I hear nails on chalkboards,
Babies crying,
Or a mosquito in my darkened room.
Anyways is not Anyway;
Quote is not Quotation;
Anythink is not Anything;
Who is not Whom;
Whom is not Who.
It's hard to listen,
And I don't apologize.
English has gone to the dawgs.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
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4/26/2024 11:44:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a very beautiful poem i like it.