How C Was Consigned To The Cesspool Poem by Raj Arumugam

Poor C has never liked the fact
that it's always in third place
C just never sees any chance
of advancing in the ranks to be first

And worst - it cannot condone the fact
it's been ignored whether present or absent
"I'm not noticed even when I'm there
as in the word NOTICE -
people say ‘S' instead…"

Poor C, you can understand its chagrin

"And others like K get the credit though I do all the work -
consider what people do when they say:
‘…carry…chaos…crutch…crane…come…call…'
And even when I offer some cranberry cake,
they acknowledge K and disregard me"



You can understand C's consternation
and frustration
And in its anger and confusion, C colored
every man and woman in most vulgar terms
it could conjure with a c-start -
and that's when people got angry with C
and threw it into the cesspool…where it remains,
most cultured and celebrated readers,
for daring to call every man and woman
by a word each
with an unflattering c-start...