Coarse Roads Poem by John Sensele

Emblems of problems inflame discomfort, assail and fail
To bail out nails and mails of any life form
As long as life crawls and rolls towards a snail
Sent from above to kiss a dour dove and roam
Free, see, flee, peek, sneak and click
The right button of mouse to free a louse
That nearly crashes under the vice of a prick
Between two strong fingers that linger in the house
Full of clans of orphans and widows who no longer
Enjoy a comfortable life since the breadwinner's demise
Brought about by AIDS that no stronger
Medicine cures. Rough lives surmise and surprise
Softer lives that opt to plot a softer course
Where rewards thin out because roads grow coarse.