Take all the pallid, preternatural words
Shrunken from known hungers, in plain wrappers
That everyone skips over, as not becoming-
Not for sophisticates; not the literati.
Then let these cut rate words work for you,
One colorful word, as mascot for the others,
Let go with intuition, release with impunity-
Whichever way the words say they want to flow.
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Turn loose the wild words... freedom of expression is beautiful.