Nothing less that painful conjunctivitis
A source of disturbance to obsessive folks
A method to make my skin crawl
Why is it that we so seek, for, and, yet, so
Knowing there are those or, nor, but a few
In each line of prose or scribbled verse
Only to deconstruct their expression and again
Then again, what is the point of lamenting
For I myself am guilty of such distortions
My verses often tend to dive into rambles
Losing the plot, leaving a poem in shambles
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