Kevin Loeffler

3-26-10
P.3

Slam Poem: Big Words Poem

Not a day goes by you cannot hear the condescending voice.

The sound of some desperate individual opening their oral orifice in order to utter
some incredibly elaborate multiple syllable synonym for a monotonous idiom.
And why? In order to verify their intelligence while elaborating on some
inconsequential notion.
In order to talk down to the individuals they are around, to put them down and
elevate themselves to a seemingly omnipotent status.
In order to adumbrate the true motive behind their utterance.
Sometimes they use the words wrong. They might say adumbrate when they
meant to say obscure.

But they wont admit it.

They saunter about, like disreputable thesauruses, spouting incomprehensible

garble in their ramblings.
They interject into conversation with boisterous nonsensicals, all in the name of
further aerating their inflated egos.
They also complicate their ideas with overtly unnecessary descriptive and
dramatic devices, stockpiling them as a squirrel and food for winter, their brains
carefully handling each new metaphor and storing it, piecing it together in an
order to convey a sense of assonance, rhyme, righteousness, and readability.
And what do these people look like? Like any one of us, who also happens to hold
subscriptions to word-of-the-day emails, accounts on both Thesaurus and
Dictionary.com, and are also contributors to the Wikipedia project in order to
further proliferate their surely impeccable knowledge into unsuspecting reports
and presentations.
They bedevil the individuals surrounding them with incessant chatter on subject
matters not needing the exasperating number of elaborate theological or factual
contributions.
Even their writing does not escape the clutch of their perturbing vice. Even
poetry, the genre where surely ideas would be wanted to be conveyed to their
target bibliomaniac guilelessly and artfully they feel the compulsion to affix
further voluminous vocabulary in order to convey their ideas.
This horrendous poetry turns into a monotonous bore to decipher.
But feel indebted, as these poems are even a bigger monotonous bore to be
listened to.