Opportunism in a devious, unscrupulous
or unprincipled way seems raison d’être
to Ab Bott’s trenchant amorality; seeks
power of the sceptre by any feint foul or
fair and reeks of duplicity stained with a
taint of well-aware treachery we’ll never
explain – so misanthropy freed restraint
learns amazing new airs to equivocate
shafted twice by the same miscreant is
peerage’s no-claim to quaint notoriety,
stinks cling with insistence, there is no
sanctuary in bared-fang smirks baring
forbearance pugnaciously between two
cauliflower ears, a glint-eyed squint
© 26 September 2011, I. D. Carswell
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