What do these strange, new words mean?
And why have they evaded being seen?
Accismus is a lie
Give it a try
I desire no reward but esteem
I don’t know what to think of my find
It’s a grief to us fragile of mind
We think we know all
Then we suffer our fall.
Still, it’s good to be bad, not unkind
I thought I could die now in peace
As on words I’d enjoyed a great feast
But like the end of line
Is so hard to define
Infinity seems quite near when it’s least.
In between any two words you choose
Another word can be found and bemuse.
Transcendent their state
They may yet irritate
But without a little space, they confuse.
Some folk declare they need space
Avoid saying they hate their loves one’s face
But words have no choice
As they speak with our voice
And when used ill they oddly debase.