drunken words, drunk on words

Cyclic,

sick, licked.

I’m adding,

I add 'im

on yon

sight-for-sore-eyes

site.

Four sores,

for sure

saw

I’m

smiting.

Exciting,

it’s my ting.

Damning,

damn him.

He’s seen

hissing

his song.

Full on

fool, fawn.

Mouth on

mouthing

words

sounds

rebounds

abound

bound

to be

too twee.

The rapists

and 

their apes

hit

on

therapists.

They're pissed.

We found

a wee 

round

of wordplay.

Oyez, oh yay.

Words,

play

all

day.

[I have no idea what was going through my head when I wrote this (except Evan Williams Single Barrel Bourbon)]