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.