Amorphism Poem by John Sensele

How life washed up, crushed, bashed and pushed around by tears
Smitten by an anonymous status accorded to her against her will
With neither clear origin, pidgin nor engine nor an end to her fears
Kept in check by sanity rejects her huge health bill.

How life tired of an existence on the fringe
Where society in her vanity lumbers a lass
With unending cycles of discarded compliments in a deluge
She derides from all sides but life perforce can't fuss.

How life treated with trivia as trinket broken
Mistaken, forsaken, seethes with wrath without power
To ameliorate her status without any hiatus ridden
With conveniences and defenses refuses to cower.

How life taken for granted by life forms
In their parties, sorties, futilities, utilities
Scamper over hampers of trivia calls for reforms
To treat life with respect in all her festivities and varieties.