the poem cop on the quatrain caught a free verse anarchist hustling product typewriter town square bad vibes bought poem sales debased currency construct
so poem cop counts the feet and meters arrest the trafficked tongues keep measure use the same hole that we fill with feeders puke whisper kiss lick cough give pleasure
rhyme schemes stacking pawns Z to A pyramiding pure words multiply arranged language has no laws to limit what we say words make meaning for meaning to change
thus poem cops comprise the only defense against gibberish and the speaking infinites'