Inspector Inane
The inspector was insufferable
at the inquest, his voice irritated everyone
his inflection fell flat
he would infest a room with his inadequacy
he liked to remain inebriated and inept
some said he was downright insane
his iniquity could almost inspire
he could be intimate but somehow
it would increase how insincere he really was.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
Capricious Poet 
Some infections are just more undesirable than others…
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So true. Thanks for stopping by.
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Ha! In-credible! 😉
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Thank you!
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I instinctively feel he’s a mite inflexible (and at times intolerable) – nevertheless I am infatuated with your inimitable invention.
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Indeed, Rosemary!
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I have a feeling that there were a lot of cases never solved… 🙂
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Lol!
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Incredible portrait.. quite accurate of a certain type too.
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Those words fit together like a portrait puzzle. Thanks Kerry!
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drunken incompetents have feelings too, yanno. 😀
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I agree they do, somewhere buried deep inside. Thanks for reading!
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