I have the answer, I have the cure
I have the remedy
I will endure
--Cyberium, Razed in Black
Hey Cats and Kittens! I hope 2012 is off to an amazing start for all of you. It's time for another rousing rendition of The Insecure Writer's Support Group, with our host, Alex J. Cavanaugh!
My offering this month is poetry. And just for added fun, every word in the following poem is made from the word "insecurity."
INSECURITY
True Cur.
Icy Sire.
Set In Sin.
Scent Urine.
Rusty Tin Cuts.
Rest In Ruts.
Siren Curse.
Inert Nurse.
Encrust In Ruins.
Icterus Tunes.
Stir Citrine Rice.
Scrutiny Reins Nice.
Runs in Rites.
Unrest Turns Sites.
Curt Cries in Rye.
Seint Rise.
Curse, I Tire.
Ricen Ire.
Inure Cure Sent.
Neuritis Rent.
Truce, er . . . Tie.
Yes, I Try.
