Diction
Dick!
Dick!
Dick!
How’s that
for diction?
Dick, fuck,
cunt, shit,
balls!
Some words
have no
substitutes,
like teachers,
but we use them
anyway.
Students cringe
at the word
poetry –
they hate
the sound.
Maybe if we
spice it up
with baby
at the end.
Poetry, baby!
Because it is
a party –
good poetry
anyway.
It deserves
to be
celebrated.
There’s something
magical
about words
that hit right.
Not all words
do.
Poetry should
rage,
like a hard dick.
Diction, baby!
Use it!
