Graduation
Listen to the persiflage,
Of the garralous polymath.
Her tortuous platitudes exacerbate,
My wrath.
My rubicund face aflame,
Not with chagrin, but ennui.
To sojourn here makes moribund,
A kvetching youth like me.
Yes, I am a facetious wastrel,
Devoid of afflatus, this celebratory nadir
Is one ravine of one life--
Or perhaps, instead, I'm a seer.
Rara avis, I reveal myself;
An aesthete, laudable, a mental ablution,
I ameliorate, educate, with great perspicacity;
You are washed in my intellect's acrid solution.
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Word of the DayYour mission, should you choose to accept it is to make a poem that uses a bunch of words from the Words of the Day on http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive
Try and make a poem that's actually about something or has a least some semblance of coherency, not just a random mashing of words together.
If you happen to have some experience running Ruby scripts, I wrote a quick one to pull all the words of the day from dictionary.com for the current day. You can find it here: https://github.com/darkliquid/random-scripts/blob/master/wotd.rb
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