My Right, My Bite, My Fight Poem by John Sensele

My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of
my life's candle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and drag, what doubt
dream dousers doodle
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to optimize my rise
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to earn, turn, return and burn my private
prize.
My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of
my life's handle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and gag, what bliss boss
bleachers bundle
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to optimize my sunrise
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to earn, turn, return and spurn my survival
surprise.
My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of
my life's sandal
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and nag, what fact fun
filters fumble
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to whisk a whim
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to earn, turn, return and burn my serene
stream.
My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of
my life's rekindle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and flag, what
circumstance sweet sweepers swindle
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to stake my cake
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to make, wake, take and bake my break.