The Liberal Tongue
Oh, Lalochezia, your bitter gift,
A crutch for minds that seem adrift.
In the sewers where their passions tread,
Where reason falters, words profane—
Erupt to mask the moral strain,
Their thoughts misshapen, loosely spread.
They wield you, sharp and loud in pride,
As if their tongues could part the tide.
They scream and curse—a creed untrue—
Their vulgar cries, so brash and base,
Leaves only bile in their own face,
In hopes manure may somehow renew.
Dyschezia mirrors their debate,
A painful strain, when they berate.
As though they are righteous in profane zeal—
Emitting moans and groans, voices drone,
Struggling to stand on logic’s throne,
Their cries bereft of truth’s appeal.
The Allochezia—Thick it flows,
A shifty intent where nonsense shows
A laxative release of chaos unstyled,
They channel ire in misplaced parts,
Confusion speaks, and truth departs,
While screaming like a spoiled child.
To curse, to rant, may bring release,
But does not sow seeds of peace.
Such vulgarities in their shout—
A dunce’s tool, with defaming arts,
That only marks their fractured hearts,
Yet perhaps their demons must come out.
So, raise the standard, guard the word,
Let wisdom’s voice, not wrath, be heard.
Though we watch them with brows upturned,
In the end, it’s grace that stays,
When fleeting anger fades away,
And they lament their bridges burned.
Might civility yet grace the stage
For those confined in their gilded cage?
Though their shouts are coarse, voices cracked,
We reason still, though they decree
to die from rage. Yet we are free—
To let them vent, or turn our backs.
So let them rant if stress abates,
for we cannot debate their fates—
They, lacking civil tongues in vulgar screams,
We’ll hold our peace, suppress the jests,
And hope their words unbind their chests,
For venting pain might end their schemes.
Though their vain expulsions are obscure,
A cry, a curse, their words manure,
confusion framed by hurt and plea—
With steady hearts, we might yet find
A path to lead their wandering minds
Back toward the light of sanity.
The Liberal Tongue

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal
Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.
Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.
Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.
Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.
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