#WritcoPoemPrompt41

My solecisms both varied and true
exhibit, prohibit the feelings of you
unable to speak with great eloquence disdain
like a cool drink of water
as you dance in the rain

the connectome of my nerves and wiring
keep the simple pentameter aquiring
all we do to keep them still firing
but usually they end up grey, still aspiring
brain perspiring
no denying
if we did
it'd be lying

the recidivous laviciosness
casual atriciousness
and reasons for feeling
just lost
just reeling

the calico coughs, spits and meows
we sigh, relieved to take our bows
with what we do
we find what performs
but more like a cat on a tear
it's just borne of our forms
and carried out by our gear
well outside the norms
© Satu