AN ARROGANT POET.

 An artistic arrogance arouses my senses.

I feel more salient like verbs in sentences.

I'm proud of the puns that portray my brilliance.

With them I have formed an amiable alliance.

Holding my head high, I'll brag about my works.

Around my poems, excellence always lurks.

With truth, I'll be cutting no single slack-

Good writing will always have my back.

My arrogance has assumed a haughty position.

Poetry will forever remain a valid rehabilitation.


lanre badmus

January 2024

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