A formalist

In coat and tie
Black suit
Well arranged hair
Well cut
Well suited
No air must come
To disarrange
Some hair
Or other parts of
Him,
He is stiff
He is stuffed
He is

A perfect gentleman

How can he ever
Dance this
Hip-hop
Of life?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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