John Mella at Light published this for me, I fear it becomes more apposite as time goes by-
Here lies a poet of ill-repute
who wrote a poem and no one knew it.
His problem- and there was no cure-
was using words that were obscure.
And when one hundred would not do,
he had no qualms in using two.
He lies among these serried rows
psycholinguistically pruinose.
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