LOST CAUSE too (A glossary's exercise)

If you read what I did in the last poem Lost Cause you'd understand that this poem is an exercise for me... Like a class work.

So this time I eliminated words that had to do with the name of a person or location.

Candence is the word I would use to describe this moment
Riddance is the attitude I have towards this failed poetic predicament

"Cannery fleet"! He exclaimed, "we could turn this lost cause to a cannery fleet and make it a profitable one"
Cannary fleet or a fleet of cannary, what the hell was this old man talking about, I couldn't take it anymore

_"Canted you are!?"_ I could feel my anger rising, "even your mind should tell you how insincere
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you sound
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Counted amongst men with lost causes trying to relieve the glory days of their youth

Carrion and carcasses would best describe your cannery flert, but by all means

Carry on then, I won't buy this even if it's free"

Cayuse is the animal I would turn him into if I could
Cayuses beat donkeys at being jackasses

Combers and combers of Tsunami-like waters wouldn't wash away his day dream; my night mare

Numbers and numbers of thoughts and strategies ran through my mind,

Counterpoint(s) were what I needed to counter points of his unrelenting Bard-dream; my night mare

Faulter points, he saw through them all and I finally gave up

"Cupidity for Bard" is the synonym I would give for avaricious

Stupidity is the road to all destruction, I think he was on it
for Bard would causes losses, running her would be a sinkhole of finances

Curflew flocks flew past, that was his cue to say something

Curfew seconds held my patience

Demimondaine-like is his thought towards Bard

Demi mundane-like will our financials be to potential investors

Depth charge and debts would be the repercussions, we'll go down like a sunken submarine

Theft charge is what it'll be like informing the lawyers about the purchase

Dienetics is nothing to this old man, how do I make him understand the science of running a business

Diabetic is what I'd become by the time I was through

Dreary and scrivinous are his thoughts, I wouldn't waste my breathe

Dearly beloved is my life, if Capone says he wants to buy Bard, I no longer can argue

Drivel, he might think you,
Devil is he, he can sink you

Ebbing into the dark I could feel my resistance fail

Webbing into his reason I found myself

Elergy and eulogies would be written to remember me if I refuse his offer

Clergy members would give me send forths, so I accept his proposal

Engrams of the company would be on Bard

Diagrams of projections and plans will surface

Entheta would probably excuse Capone's death

Alter ego attitude would surface in the boar rooms

Erstwhile the previous day was hell

Meanwhile present day is shit

Ethnological characters exists in Capone's mind

Biological deaths are each ones forte

"Extricate your resistance, you don't want Capone's trouble, just buy Bard, it's his money after all"

Delicate advice I give myself at a time like this.... I'M SOLD