Quilly Words-Brave Editor

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. . Click on the word for a definition:
rogitate; solipsistic; & nequient

The Brave Editor

The banner headline of The Daily Globe read “ When will Dalton ( Whiplash) Soakum put aside his solipsistic attitude and begin treating his tenants as people?” It had been the banner headline seven days in a row and the same question was repeated word for word,at least four times, in the article following .
Finally Dalton marched into the editorial office of the Globe and demanded to know if the question had been rogiated enough times yet.
When would they stop persecuting him.
The editor explained they had more than enough information for at least another eight weeks and all of it was verified and checked by the paper’s staff of lawyers.
They would , of course, stop running the articles when the suggested improvements were made to the various properties. The paper was afraid , however, that Dalton is nequient in the art of compromise which is required for the changes to happen.
Dalton left threatening law suits of all kinds and making physical threats to the person of the editor.
The editor was not afraid as he knew the paper’s lawyers were the best in town and that when it came to fighting Dalton was nequient in that art as well.
What he was not prepared for was the bullet that smashed through his car window just missing his head. He assumed it had been fired by Dalton but would he be able to prove it? Only time would tell.
But the rogitation would continue, of that he was sure.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.

His Hell

Solipsistic ideas served him well
As he worked his way to hell
Nequient of the caring arts
His success off the charts
His friends died alone
No love ever shown
His hell was to hear them cry
With the rogitated question why.
From now until eternity
That was his penalty.

Who?
Rogitate
Why?

Me first
Solipsistic
You last

Dumb
Nequient
Deficient

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.