Verbal Abuse

Here's a poem I wrote when I was seventeen and had found my first thesaurus.

Verbal Abuse

I beg forgiveness should you find abstruse
My rueful lexicon abuse
And hope you view my persiflage
Not as verbal camouflage
For your insensate lambastement
Unless, of course, you knew what I meant
When I coalesced my coterie
(A lie, I confess; read: lottery)
Who bowlderise, as you can see,
Such hedonistic hyperbole
The likes of which you'll find, to this,
Is a pure antithesis -
I find myself too insensate
Right now, and entre nous,
I've heard such obliquy of late
From larrikins like you
Full of a vacuous cachet
Whose rhetoric turns air blue -
Quis talia fando temperet
a lacrimis, and true!