Ownage Poem by Winston T. Gylles

She struggled with words
Thing or thingy came easy
Signified sufficiently
Even though she knew
A mosquitoes' trombone
To be a proboscis

She labored her phrases
With ahs and ahzza'z
Twiddling her tongue
Searching a cool adjective
Or frantically an elusive adverb
Tumbling expended on place mat verbs

Admirably she read
Despite her dyslexia
The funnies, the horoscope
The want ads, labels
Garnering her information larder
By excessive eco-surfing
Fail blogs and Facebookination
Having pronounced television an-bad
Most certainly meaning anathema
As written in her eyes

But with a guitar slung low
Move over Jimmy Paige
Notes plucked from a personal chromatic scale
Single trilled or ruffled in chords
Double and triple picked sympathetics
Wringing the neck to weeping
Jabbing the air in vibrato, straining a wawa
To a last inaudible gasp
Bending a million dollar Fender Stratocaster
To her will
Tremolo or break you MoFo

She certainly was something else
An' words to describe the phenomenon
Ranged from Wow! to F'en Wow!
Spoken with a breathy
Awed and totally
Adulatory inflection
Or
Screamed hysterically
By row upon row
Of mad fans