Scrotumism

I am drunk on pronunciation,

the intoxicating aromas of syllables

soar and swirl around my head,

this lifeblood of our language courses

irreverently, from brain to tongue to brain

invoking my literal inebriation,

I promise never to speak again

nor wrestle contorting diagraphs

to submission on my lips,

instead I glide from verbal 

to mental acuity

no longer talking bollocks

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© Graham R Sherwood 09/21