Demented Factories And Dented Laboratories Poem by John Sensele

Sometimes with neither rhyme nor reason
We chew insanity and regurgitate vanity
Ensnaring our souls in a pesky prison
Where we trap humanity in an insidious inanity

With a passion so overwhelming
We galumph in an empty triumph
From which we emerge screaming and squirming
When horrors and terrors galumph

Daring us to shout a victory we haven't won
Tame tails between our legs
Our pride and self esteem undone
When the goose that once produced golden eggs

Rebels
Demanding payment for the air we breathe
In soporific cells
Where our emotions seethe

Despite shrinking in span
Their wings clipped
Their bloodshot eyes wan
With sleep ripped

Apart by angels of morals
Who campaign for reform
In the way we treat ruminants, rodents and squirrels
Stealing space from the home

Where with no iota of shame we encroach to build siren shaped skyscrapers
Cajoling our delight
As our latest ecosystem scandals hit headlines in newspapers
In which we explore and expose the blight our puny fight

To survive
Hounded and hunted down by horrors unleashed from dented laboratories
Where our survival guaranteed we drive
Manufacturing biological weapons of mass destruction in our demented factories.