MetaTrog
I’m a Troglodyte, so
what a delight
to hear intelligent,
articulate
people discourse,
converse and recite.
I marvel at the
wonder of it.
I’ve kept myself too
far from the light
of vivacious,
fizzing tongues
in the tossed salon of
cultured flight.
I blunder from it, encased
in my
cave of goop and
gloom
and remedial club
communication,
ashamed in skins of rawer
things,
starved of the wit, banter
and rich insight of rightly
razored
urbane types. So please
pity my
poor bleeding couthless
plight,
think kindly upon the
tongue-tied fight
of me and my fellow dark
troglodytes
in our grunty,
smelly cave art nights.
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