Waste

He hid behind the mask
Of prosaic normality
When all that he wanted
Was verbose absurdity

The words flew in
The thoughts flew out
The backlash hurt
So he'd shoot up and lash out

Immature aspirations
Gilded his memories
Sharpening semicolons
Darkening apostrophes

He wanted to belch
All he did is breathe
The wave of opinion crashed
And so did he