Does it really matter what a preposition is,
When the language has been butchered...
And few caring less,
If what is spoken is correct.
Does it really matter what a preposition is,
When attempted comprehension...
Is a waste of definitions,
With no understanding made.
Does it really matter what a preposition is,
With a noun to form a phrase...
That positions should express,
What modifier says it best.
Does it really matter what a preposition is,
If an 'of' is there to shove.
Or if a 'to' is there to use,
To qualify it as a tool.
Does it really matter what a preposition is,
When nobody is impressed...
How a message is addressed.
Or if an intention has any content left.
Does it really matter what a preposition is,
When all minds today are distant.
Does it really matter what a preposition is,
From a consciousness considered unfit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem