Wending y’ way thru what wasn’t meant to be a
paraphrase of laconic jargon lent something like
the contiguity you assumed legit - tho not that it
mattered a whit - you are up and at it - shooting
th’ breeze with all and sundry using your seemly
epithets, saluting th’ flag as if th’ next election’s
already progress-in-vogue, & th’ last lots clutter
redressed past-tense as tho’ bucolically passé
As well it may but you’re no more seer of views
cleared of rectitude offending the simple tenets
from beliefs we grew up with are you; & nor are
we, I suppose, so the process hangs in a same
sex view of what goes awry when you depart a
canon bereft of its contiguous commonsense
© 21 November 2017, I. D. Carswell
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