Poem-A-Day: Day 31

Word Up

I’ve made a business
of turning frowns
into upside-down syndrome,
adding one chromosome,
and playing with the English language
as if it were my dick
or something slightly more interesting.
Words are my tool,
I wind and crank them,
strip them down,
only to rebuild them
and inject them
with my own perverse meaning.
I’m a hackneyed doctor
performing surgical procedures
before I’m licensed by the approving board,
because I’m bored,
and choose to do something
with the only thing
that I have any vague idea about.