t’is poem ain’t about
jolting jiggery-pokery, moaning mayhem, pored pouts
shrewd shenanigans, fractured fossils
masticated mood or callous confetti
t’is poem ain’t about
punctured politics, la-de-da louts
taunted touts, bruised blitzkrieg
wanky warriors, or perforated police
t’is poem ain’t about
burnished braces, damp doubts
whooshing wind, nocturnal nature
gaunt gloom groomed, or lanky leisure
t’is poem is about that thing
wanky wits tosses and drips.
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Note: of airy acumen.
Ancestral Trail 