Language sins

Without any hesitation

I grab my pen

With trembling hand.

After a moment of stagnation

I smile to my rhyming jeans

And start my pun-machine.

They gonna call it,

By the tallest hobbit,

LmaO: Return of the Kink.

I left a way

To avoid wordplay

And used it right away

To void your plea.

If you are not calm,

Feel free

To send complaints

At a web-site:

Plain-ass dot com.

You still follow your saints.

“Poor” I sighed.

When god talks to you

That’s a miracle.

When they talk to me,

That’s a mirror-call

I just mumble for no reason

That’s my own humble treason

My time ends and your begins.

There is nothing real, son -

Language has its own sins,

I’ve just revealed some