Stop digging

Stop digging

The holes are deep enough

To fall into

Even the sure-footed

Can misstep

When the ground is uneven

The clumsy have no chance

To catch hold of themselves

As incautious words tumble

Out of open mouths

In a jumble

To be kicked around like tin cans

In the gutter

Pinball

Pitfalls

Wizards are rarely caught

Wanting

As phrases appear

Ready formulated

Philosophers are stoned

For the gross

Misuse of language,

When life is a gasp

A cypher

Means next to nothing

As a dress code

When your plus one

Is a minus

And every couple

On a dance floor

Is constructed

In pairs

Derrida is a fall guy.

A hooligan in disguise.

And Chomsky

A frat boy

With no future

To speak of

In search of Mcfly

To kickstart

The linguistics of

Rock n roll

With a lip curl.