Grammar pimps
punctuate the shadows
as lusty nouns
verb up and down
the hot, city paragraph
exposing their syllables
to eager adjectives
now and then
the poetry police
do their drive-by editing
big, red pens throbbing
you know
they're coming
because the nouns scatter
and the air reeks
with the stench of sentences
it's just another night on the paragraph...
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