Quaint Inanity Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Quaint Inanity.

Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politiciansemployedin declaring their manifesto. They'requite rapscallions.

Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm
Of rascality.

And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music.

And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge.
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