Disquailification Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Disquailification



Not Quayle, but quail,
who, - what affront, -
did serve quite pale
far from the front,
beyond the pale,
quite back to front!

Does Vice now stand for Public Elevation?
The Indianan brave did guard,
palefaced, the road to his salvation,
which led - he pulled the drafted card -
through service in a service station!
It seems a pity he was barred,
shame-faced, from fighting, - in-dig-nation -
but silver spoons make life so hard
where Vice the aim is in the nation!

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