Oopsie Poem by dan hightower

the gauntlet you throw well, however you were misled in your assumption that i was being obsequious or grandiloquent for my verbose vermillion residue was simplified to enter your sensory apparatus as you were unable to hear me i doubt your auditory apparatus was utilized in any manner, and prattle i will young lady in my own circumlocution and my own sanguine supine stance, staring up at this discourse like a manifold of azure nothingness, watching the compactification of new dimensions fall on string theories and theoretical physicist, though i wouldn’t want to entertain the notion of your subservience, an utterly unintentional actuality you have attained due to academia failing you, or to be more precise and audacious, your institution failing you… and it wasn’t my diction with which i belittle, it’s more my rhetoric and syntax with which you, and there is only one differentiation betwixt us, that of my inherent palpable swagger and your unfortunate series of events leading to your supposed asymptotic freedom, the functioning quarks and quirks which encompass you, so, lassy, retort if you can, or if you dare, for this tongue has only begun to warm into it’s possibilities…