obscurley
Obscurley is when you try to be deep but just end up being a mess of bad decisions and bad grammar.
He said, ‘The sky is a metaphor for my soul.’ I said, ‘You’re also a metaphor for my confusion.’
She tried to explain her life. I left the room. I came back. She was still talking.
This poem is so obscurley written, I think it’s a love letter from a confused chicken.