Separate Fact From Fiction Poem by John Sensele

An addiction to games on a fancy phone
Means nothing unless you perceive mahogany monsters
In every page your partner peruses in a zone

Where it becomes a sin for spinsters
To seek fantasy and fallacy fun
Wearing and endearing hipsters

Inside and outside a delicatessen where a bun
Inflates and conflates affection
Emotion, half attention and devotion driven by the gun

You mistake for attraction
Nonexistent, nonplussed except in your mind
Where it earns tender traction

Than it resembles misdeed you find
In a place where it doesn't exist
Unless your judgment goes blind

When you lock your leisure into a precipice prison
Defined by unjust jealousy
In a suspicion season without any redemption reason

Driven conjecture to the height of hypocrisy
You ought to delete and quit
If you wish to diminish the grip of fantasy pleurisy

On the extent and frequency you tweet
Dense nonsense and offence
Believing you manage to meet

Conducive conditions in defence of the concurrence
Of a strong relationship in ship
You succeed in weakening with the vehemence
You inject with every weakness and recklessness into your crazy courtship.