we came, we saw, we heard
and were conquered by
strawberry metaphors, melliflous,
buttery terms, whipped cream adjectives
heart fondlng sensations, sugary peach
sweet recollections and firetruck rainbows
heard, listened, and raved
prayed and brayed, of styles and forms
I am no better, plead my guilt
watched the traffic signs of good decorum
sacrificing true content, for sweet mouthed remarks
forgive me if such senntiment grates on and on
convocations raise up their voices in harmony
of good intent and a cacophony of dissent
sounding irreligious, unwilling to pay my due
to you and you with cliche and kitch
compoujding sentiment and politic,
when all is said and nothing done
it's poetry that won the day
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