the masses

read the rhetorical room.

rarely, would i rehash (reticently),

a recalcitrant ramble radically

in the residence of the resigned

reeling with relationships

that retired, really, rather then

relaying their radiance in due rapt.

down in your avenue(s)

varying in versatility, (veneer),

vocalized in verbatim and

veering vigilantly away from

veterans of the vast and verbose

past. the vibe vouched, “volte-face!”

voraciously vitalizing all vindictive

venturesome vermin violating my

place value, vanquishing the vanity

of my mind.

so eager, essentially elated with

an exaggerated pursuit to enervate

me. nevertheless, i neglected

naive narcissistic nostalgia.

nor was this “nourishment”

noteworthy, ne’er a necessity

like noon for navigation in

nonverbal nature.

obeying outstretched order,

(of course omitting in an

ornate, occupied fashion)

is overrated,

would be overrun and overridden

(overwhelmed) by ourselves,

while the outfield of such

overlook the opaque overlay that

is “overthrowing.”

underneath my umbrella

i undertake my unhappiness,

undergoing the unfortunate

(what i wish was unforeseen)

unity of a uniform of unique

unison, union.

unsatisfied,

unanswered,

unsophisticated,

unworthiness

unwinded, untainted

underdressed. it was ugly.

it was unnecessary.

sabotage sanitized

this sabbath. a sardonic

synergy (what i wish was

reduced to a scanty on scale)

scattered around, scanting

around me. the surreal

surroundings scuffed at me.

the surge was seamless,

scarfing me down silently.

a singular signal of me was

salvageable.

“the masses are ravenous.”