John Lawless Poet Free verse

The Imp Each Meant

There was confusion
no one seemed to be content
to leave the settling dust
to come to rest
and wish that somehow
he had just confessed.
And yet they plodded on
in hindsight’s quest
invited him as an
unwanted guest
demanding
that he do
his level best
empty all his pockets
at their behest.

But there was trouble
in the searches scope
of parsing every word
in venal hope
the papers that they drew
could then be sent
once they figured out
The Imp Each Meant.


John G. Lawless
©12/8/2019

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 8, 2019 at 10:13 AM Clever clever! ;), John Lawless December 12, 2019 at 7:04 AM Well, Mo, there are SOOOO many inanely impish antics acted out on the world stage......thanks for stopping by

Na Na December 8, 2019 at 8:41 AM Nice one John. Thanks for sharing John Lawless December 12, 2019 at 7:05 AM I watched a bit....and then it became a scene of overindulged monkey's preening each other.