There was once a word I knew
then we became friends
the word and I grew close
almost seemed like pretend

Me and the word shared feeling
hid snug in one another’s embrace
the word and I sought pleasure
a thing we both desired to taste

The word had a little history
and I begged to learn the story
but the word found me more interesting
thought I’d find its life somewhat boring

I screamed at the word to help me
just not to assume and let us be
but the word had known another
and saw glimpses of such in me

Another had used word wrong
one had only used word to call
some had used word differently
few had even used word at all

Now word knew me as an adjective
though adverbs are more preferred
then word gave me an ultimatum
a bigger word albeit absurd

Word said that I should be silent
Word said that I couldn’t see
Word said that I should be better
I guess something other than me

And now my lips are silent
for words word I no longer hear
word had the audacity to question
an answer made perfectly clear

Now word is just a fantasy
an imaginary little boys dream
some other idiots objective
some silly ole pessimists plea

Word means nothing to a doer
But doing is not what word sees
word awaits a very long paragraph,
a sentence is all that we need.

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers