Advisedly, we’re normally explanatorily told not to
write clichéd adverbial conquests, but to eschew such modifications
faithfully as frivolously fast fingers freely flow creatively composing
craftily constructed compositions, purportedly passing on poorly
penned prepositional phrases padded with mystery.
Reality rudely reeks seeking adjunct, conjunct, disjunct, or just plain junk.
To prepare perfectly pedestrian, speciously deceptive poems and prose,
paint in some opposition of affirmation.
Look both ways crossing artful Grammar Ave. Mind the gaps that set the traps.
Who are they? Don’t trust
dark subs of uncertainty,
misleading indefinite expletives
creating confusing conversations,
reflexively relative to that which was.
possessively mine, ours, or theirs.
It and there might fit
some distant noun.
like they who say (whoever they are),
demanding demonstrative determiners
representing this noun,
but not that clown.
They don’t know who, which, whose,
nor by whom it was.
he, she, or it is about his, hers, or its?
It’s blurringly written minus possessive
nouns with apostrophes of distinction.
Confusion grows unless deictic
takes over this, that, these, and those.
Not me is perpetually guilty.
Definitely, universal indefinites, like everybody
or nobody are unhelpful.
Neither King nor I may trust pronouns, but
we all sure as hell need pronouns them.
Look both ways for clarity and understanding. Mind the gaps, so they say.