Trouble blogging

Guilty.

I am reluctant, resistant, remiss- unable to surrender. Every utterance is judged. My words have not served their sentence. Times New Roman never breaks his lifeless cage despite my desperation.

My crime? Verbal abuse. I was syntactically savage, fundamentally crude, slandering grammar with verbose attitude. 

I never imagined myself, one day, a hack. One bad choice furthered the next. When euphemism went missing, cliche would do, overthrowing precision with Gobbledygook. Now I am a linguistic lifer not ready to permanently publish my every electronic sin. 

My words have not served their sentence.