I tire of people who are grammatical
When they start getting fanatical
I wonder if it is practical
Or even superfluously factual
And I become a victim of their collateral
But then I am often being rhetorical
When asking things historical
That to me does not seem to be logical
But I guess with words it’s geological
Or even autobiographical
But I sense something sublime and magical
In the spirit that sees all as plausible
And infinitely even possible
But beyond all this nonsensical
An I end up ineffable
Which I guess in truth was inevitable
And beyond being preventable
Which may in the end be just forgettable
But never quite regrettable
As I see life as delectable
Through words that are just dialectical
But cause some impulses that are electrical
Which end up short circuiting me.
fauxcroft 
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