Wank words.

People claim

The words I use

Are just to big

But they're just words

Not a drop

Of the words I think

Escape my mouth

That's just absurd

Out they go

There goes the first

How 'bout a second?

Never mind the third

Words in line

Make you recoil

Don't forget

That they're just words

And all the same

I must enthuse

And take my pick

Picking words I like to say

Can never stop

And link by link

Words north and south

Of the lamp-lit way

Fly forth and flow

Slake my thirst

Keep them fecund

Hopefully they'll stay

These words of mine

Over which I toil

Over which I fret

The words I like to say

But they're just words