You insult my soul with profound and vituperating
poetic ambiguity
Indescribable in magnitude except my a monstrousity of
grimness
92L is forever washed to the smell of good food gone rotten
As the excellent cuisine of my cooking room decays in
spontaneous rapidity....my soul sits entrenched by storm2k
and the analysis provided by it.
The unsettled poetic ambigiuty of your metaphoric allegory
is too severe to take lightly,
gravitas and a firm soul needed to counter the teases and jabs
of a menace gone wild...
The incomprehensible forces of mother nature shall temper
thou raging soul of paroxysms of unparalleled and unmitigated
temerity as well as unmitigated and inexorable excoriations thou
inflectist upon me...
Love,
Tampa Bay Hurricane
If only Shakespeare wrote about hurricanes....
