A bitter cacophony, dense
Everything flattlined, gyrates
Hell is just Kleenex, lit!
Matches! Nickleback, or
People quarreling, religious shit!
Talking unfit volumes, with
Xeroxed yesterdays
Zeitgeist
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April is Natural Poetry Month. I am going to attempt one new poem each day, each in a different style of poetry. This a brief Alphabet Poem.
