In hushed monotones this fear, its inside and it’s clear
the grind from the grit of one’s teeth! grievance to grief.
A gurgled gush of obscenities uttered muttered or splutter
what’s stranger than fiction being hooked on contradiction
Hoarse hollow hock of hearsay, the hurl insults say hurrah
exercising one’s jaw, expressions of explosions of expletives.
This heckle hee-haw only proves that a fool is not relative
Our disputes are crescendos of disharmony, that alarms me.