All The Isms

Isn’t isms such a schism, makes you dizzy like a prism.

Need a doc, a physician, hurts unraveling these positions.

Syllogisms break, split into paroxysms.

Perhaps I don’t get all the mechanisms

Of these organisms, hierarchies of munitions,

Biting, spitting, running, pinching, stabbing me, my inhibitions.

Frenetic pace will not stop; a chasm of malapropisms.

Capitalisms merges corporatism, such a dissum.

Spiritualism takes a back seat to materialisms.

Excuses me’ums I must go and pissisms.

– Josef

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