A Rant on Words

I know that words got me here to the nearly seventy-years

Of my earthly being, words my mother said as I developed

In the womb, words father directed and passed along to me

As law in growing, words, words, the vocabulary I learned,

The coveted Golden Rule in school, words—nouns, proper

And pro-, verb words, interjectional, prepositional, exclam-

Atory, hyphenated and more, words galore, silly, obscene

Gospel and holier-than-thou, biblical words, outright lies,

Sweet-nothing words, lyrical, empirical words, emphatic,

Spasmodic, exotic, intemperate, berating and lurid, nomadic,

Pathetic and poetic words, turd and bird words like stinking

Flipping flamingos. A whole damn human existence, word

For word, books and libraries, pamphlets and fliers full of

Words, smart phones talking, Facebook and Twitter gawking,

Squawking words. I find it hard at my age to keep up with

The barrage, the incessant onslaught, a Wikipedic cacophony

Of words. So in the pits of my graying, arthritic waning,

I rely pretty much on muscle memory to get me by. Even

That has me moving at less than a friggin’ snail’s pace. By

The way, “Friggin’” is a fairly new and descriptive word

I use quite often anymore. It’s friggin’ easy to remember, and

Seems to friggin’ apply to a lot going on in life these days.

Chris Hanch 12-19-16