It seems that I am
afflicted with a dis order
which lengthens brevity
to an elongated string of words.
A simple snail of a word morphs
into an elongated tapeworm
leaving tired eyes and a weary mind.
How can I be held responsible
for morphing?
A helpless victim am I.
So it is written.
Morphing trumps brevity.
Every time.
Whatever is brevity to do?
The bully runs amok with
words enough to fill a truck.
Written June 17, 2016