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Indices of a Loon

GOODLUCK Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll, Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie. Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers. Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety. Kleptocrat adorn self in regalia, loved the honor. lacks duty EBELE Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope, Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion) Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land DAME Damp squib's duchess of indecent tongue, never feels a vestige of restraint Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel, Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations, Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity. PATIENCE Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults Adventurous nerve for futile globe trot Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows) Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour and Tsar inept mode prevails Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015) Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen Numbed as "hoipolloi" echoed NO to mistimed removal, Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold Tyrannic cloaked his garb in power busted on the streets with the troop Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured among a troop we die helpless

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