Isn’t isms such a schism, makes you dizzy like a prism.
Need a doc, a physician, hurts unraveling these positions.
Syllogisms break, split into paroxysms.
Perhaps I don’t get all the mechanisms
Of these organisms, hierarchies of munitions,
Biting, spitting, running, pinching, stabbing me, my inhibitions.
Frenetic pace will not stop; a chasm of malapropisms.
Capitalisms merges corporatism, such a dissum.
Spiritualism takes a back seat to materialisms.
Excuses me’ums I must go and pissisms.