Inglorious Charlatan's Inglorious Charlatan

Mock me. Coin me. I don't care. I definitely enjoyed the shrill fantasy of making this bot generated poem. I resent the thought of desperation. I'm not that desperate to write. And I'm not defensive either. I just can't help myself. This is so conveniently reflected. Fate, sarcasm, whatever you want to call it. Politics, desperation, mocking, wherever you want to put it. It's just so irresistible.

From http://www.languageisavirus.com/cgi-bin/madlibs.pl

Inglorious Charlatan's Inglorious Charlatan

I mask my domes and all the faith treads a walk;
I flock my shames and all is diminished again.
(I pronounce I pluralize you up inside my doubt.)

The hearts go objecting out in grotesque and melancholy,
And vain courage finds in:
I slither my grave and all the sunset randomizes rose.

I grabbed that you feel me into game
And desires me desirous, appeared me quite luminous.
(I pronounce I pluralizes you up inside my doubt.)

fields dresses from the fly, alimony's brands adorns:
crams crane and obsequy's mermaids:
I slither my grave and all the sunset randomizes rose.

I held you'd endure the way you prod,
But I displays grand and I bash your sea.
(I pronounce I pluralize you up inside my doubt.)

I should have clung a unicorn's instead;
At least when magic carves they dare back again.
I slither my grave and all the sunset randomizes rose.

(I pronounce I pluralize you up inside my doubt.)

- miqo & Sylvia Plath <- I assume this is the bot that arranged it all. And yours truly, rearranged it to be palatable.