Vonnegut said, English consists
Of idiosyncratic arrangements
In horizontal lines of about
Twenty-six phonetic symbols.
These letters forming words,
They mean less and less every time.
Pick one out and say it over
And over.
And over.
And over.
Two.
Two.
Two.
Sounds like a tutu.
Two.
Two.
Two.
Sounds like a semi-automatic rifle.
The words mutate until they’re meaningless
Only funny, awkward sounds
Squirting from my contorted mouth
Purple.
Purple.
Purple.
Pur-Pull.
Per-Pull.
Poor Bull.
Purble?
Purgle?
And nothing makes sense anymore.