The question was

The question was
which pleonasm bothers me most.
Me, you hear! That’s rich.
I’m the superfluity express!
The paragon of excess
plus twenty percent gratuity, bristling
with gratuitous tips and tricks.
I sing the tangent electric! I jump
tracks on trains of thought, rail
and rerail all the way back
and recouple the left-behind cars
with a jolt that carries straight through

to the misplaced but suddenly regained
prodigal caboose (“oh yeah, that’s what
we were talking about eighty minutes ago!
Thank you that was killing me!”). Then

full steam ahead!
All aboard all hands on deck pulling
on down the line through direct
to the station.

Freighted
with more meaning
than strictly necessary, overspilling
all over on all sides - we done ourselves
proud, and the people
can take what they want!

The rest was necessary. But
we’re hardly interested in that.