A word best left to the professionals—
the professional linguists and writers
who know how to pronounce
who know its meaning
(the estimation of something as valueless).
Don’t go hoisting this giant over your shoulders.
Don’t try to stuff it into your roadster
or sensible sedan. There is nothing sensible
about a word with so many letters
and so many goddamn syllables.
You’re likely to just slip a disk or wreck into a post.
And, whatever you do, don’t try to write a poem
about such a longwinded flapping of gums,
this endless shower of hundies at a strip club,
this lengthy explanation of your true feelings
about the value of my work—not when
trifle is ready to spill from your tongue instead.