In September 2009 I was apparently inspired, whilst gardening, to write some pretentious poetry (supposedly nonsense, but I may have put meaning into them, and it seems that part of me thought that they were ironically pretentious, but I don’t even remember writing them). By the looks of it I liked the letter A.
A panoply of crescendos sound the alarms,
Scholars and saints malevolently disarmed,
Virulent perversion deified,
Putrefaction of souls fortified,
Sheol for the masses.
Apocalyptic signs in breakfast cereals,
Elected supremacists gain life ethereal,
Abacinate the convoluted.
The end is nigh, all sinners die!
The end is nigh!
Misanthropy Veiled in Amorous Rhetoric
Deserved denigration, denied
Noetic rumination, denied
Veracious tergiversation, denied
Je t’aime, ik hou van jouw, nakupenda!
It’s good to be alive?
Aroynt Apocalyptic Ariolaters!
Apotropaic intentions auspicated,
Arcifinious ignorance propagated,
Acidulous dissent eradicated,