7200
Aye pride myself
being sui generis
verb hose subject
for a zoologist,
cuz webbed phalanges
branch handsomely
from mine
feet and wrist,
where perforce
great expectations,
asper the
next greatest (I SCREAM)
scoop of the month intimated,
conducted
under top secret
controlled
laboratory conditions
with yours truly (as the de facto
par excellence)
rodent named "Oliver twist"
Lady Dedlock
key ping
watchful eye
within bleak house,
while Thomas Gradgrind
feigns tubby bad company
during these
hard times
temporarily all quietest
lull on the western front
since Donald Trump
detente foretold
by a palmist,
whereby said President
of the United States
feeling as an optimist
met with Kim Jong-un,
(cautiously
side stepping morass,
viz hit blind side
dare devil hoodwinking,
via awe shucks faux bully)
suspending
noninterventionist
impact unexpectedly
witnessed leader
of North Korea
as multilateralist
on historic
June 12, 2018,
summit minus linguist,
where fist pumping
in Singapore
for unilateral negotiations
offloading nationalism
weighing down
figurative chest i.e. kist
by resplendent sun,
where ma lounge
sotto voce,
somber solemnly
sober ensemble re: joist
uniting this
stately isolationist,
whose approximate
ten stone heft
easy to hoist
merely sustains
purposelessness
this poem
without a gist
hence if Yukon spare one
(or more cruxes)
lemme be fist
in line, though first, aye
would need
to convince thee
this scribe doth exist!
