A call to alms
would better suit,
than strident, angry words of battle.
What care we fools
for careless commas,
and misused, misplaced: colons a-rattle?
The ode's the thing -
he almost said,
and writing, writhing on these pages,
is clear as mud,
for reasoned readers.
Why bother? Scribing for the ages
is not what it's
about my dear friend.
It's a calming, cooling of our passion
for ill-writ texts
of worthless waffle,
our selfish gene for self-expression.