To Hear Words By Heart

Verbal impositions make text crowds blush
It's a speech rite, a crow's feat
To caw the political into literature
With the detritus that humans leave behind

Stories, they call them
Novel, in their recycled way
Impertinent, impetuous fantasies
That great gobs of motion
Yield to paginated oceans 

Acidified feeling bases,
Can they end an acid rain?
Put it plain, in the style's guide
A recipe for crispr jeans

Old western conquistaphonics
Delivered with all mechanical speed
Bit by silicandy bite