The prompt was to play with the alphabet (more or less). I was going to cheat and use a poem from when I did this before. Instead, I tried a new one, and Aha! I like it, but I also like the other one, so here are both... A is for ApocalypseArchitect of anarchy, asshole archetype; And another apeshit angry anti-asshat holy epiphany -- Aaaaarrrgghhh -- After all the awesome angelic altar-egos effectively alienate the aliens, isolating with the best of ‘Em, but only if it’s after eight and, only if you’re arboreal, all upright and sturdy strong, can you truly see all that’s wrong. Ardent animalistic instincts above all else — so I attack, aggressive and artfully with much ado. Ammunition needed to amass amenities amongst the average anomalies in this after-lifetime of allegorical irony. No glory, like getting schmucked by a lorry, asterisk... It might have been a bus, but it doesn’t matter when I’m dust -- Awesome August allergies in April — Aaaachoooo -- Boo hoo. Me too. (April 24... first write/word gathering, April 25, 2020... arranged, edited, finalized, again Apr 30/May 1) | Mouthful of Marbles |