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Meaning’s mean mien’s what usage used to be.

Denotation once notarized notable

Notes: mark! No tarry! Know that meaning now!

Defining diction’s finished, finally;

Only dicks dictate these days. Saussure’s soup,

Loose aeropressure superaqua shows

Spoken spokes of speech’s wheel (structured spikes)

Are not constructed so to be construed.

Piles of parts of speech screech as scattered, or

Shattered, like herding chats when heard. Alack!

A loss of backbone for our tongue: amen.

Achoo! Adam’s atomizer: a demise of

The committee: semantic symptoms:

Semiotic signs now separate us.

Symbol – conjecture: symmetry – congruence.

(Not quite – damned lost verb)

Synthesis: language falls together

Then apart: Antithetical symptoms…

Can we commit? Can we confide,inyou,

Our kinda kind kind, the next of kin, words?

Wait and generate. Genius genus genus.

That’s one smart knee;

Keenly kenned, puns generously smart (sharp).

To put a fine point on my point, I’ll point

Out punctually lingo’s point o’ no return.

Parlance patchworked pine and poplar, proper

Framework, now pourri: punk. Punkt! Problem?

Pro-league presenters nowadays know:

Webster’s doesn’t dole out arguments, meaning

Meanings make for mushy meals, damned da dente.

The hacks caught on, and catch you all off guard.

Imagine: engraving slowly, etching

A monograph, but honour’s onerous; put on a bath;

A dose of Dolcetto to bulldoze throes

Of academic prose, now doze –– oh.

Oh no. I dozed so long that weeks had flown!

The conference, infer it’s now tomorrow!

Infernal, feral fucker. Fuck! It’s futile –

Inutile I will be!

Take up my place, something topical, there:

I had a title, yes, that ought to do.

The flight’s a couple hours, I’ll use those too.

The title, sophophonic, faux-profond:

Magice doctoris, abracadacademics,

Spiritus Cleombroti give me pretty please

A paper with the title: Predictive Locution.

Predict – from Latin said before.

Locution – as said before from Latin means to speak.

Now, don’t be scared my children, I am here

To decipher these sweet scholarly nothings.

Milton’s like your young D’Amelio;

His Satan’s like Lord Byron (too old?)

Like Johnny Depp, so Hobbes is Amber Heard.

I heard that Gaza’s in the news, I’m sure

You know some folks living there were exiled.

Just like…? That’s right: pater materque nostri!

Even Adam was so sent away – you see?

You see: it’s all been said before. The news?

It’s all been spoken for. Concluding now:

The thankless research cultivating tea

Is stressful, takes too long, and boring too.

You’ll find a crowd much easier to woo

By feigning mystic skills of reading leaves.

Q.E.D.

2025