Escutcheon

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Armando’s six words for me to show my poeming idiocy.
Disposition; shield; bruise; sustenance; Monday; electoral

Escutcheon

My dust to dust
mid-Monday disposition
is more than enough
sustenance
to shield those
of my station
from the brief bruise
of a Tuesday plebiscite-

The everyman’s
electoral conceit

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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