My Guilt Goons Couldn't Croon Poem by John Sensele

Weep not for me, creep
When my lights at night bade goodbye
To a wanton world that deep
In its heartless heart could only vie

For my presence and essence
To vanish and meet your wild wish
To breed in your cruel creed defence
A fast finish to the dish

On which your hostile hands
Powdered slow poison
So I could leave for good lands
That neither loved nor leisured in Summer season

For my life and my wife to entwine
As such a groove and move
When my wife and I would dine
Spelled sacrilegious sanctions although my guilt goons couldn't prove.