Poetry

Level 2

The gallant brilliant savant responds
Taunt civilians’ jaunts – a lot

The Nightingale is young like night
The flight, the sail, the lungs
Inhale light

I came to bring desa
Mation
To your preppa
Ration
The nation waits
For the return of its lost boy
Its saving grace

The circumstance of France is bananas
The struggle of Joe and his girlfriend, Joanna

The mangy metropolis is corrupt like George Popadopoulos
And on top of this, the kiss the wind gives the city is a farewell of no pity

As an observer I must
Document, plus
Give my own take
On what occurs in the city
The city by the Lake

I’m magnificent yes, the best genes can construct
The art is my heart, the art is redux

The Audience: *deafening applause*

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