Language is a living thing or maybe several things
But living is a process that with it often brings
such side effects as fungus, cancer, pain, pretentiousness and blight
living is a language best learned while drunk at night
Language won't betray you but it will confuse you often
one day you're writing poems and the next you're in your coffin
while language goes on laughing like a bunch of bratty kids
betrayal is the language of a poet on the skids
Language is the ocean out of which all human life crawls
in ruined poetry we camp out like in empty malls
repeating ancient formulas like a worn out stage performer
the ocean is a language getting every day lukewarmer