Talking To My Alter Ego Poem by John Sensele

Fed up with cribs of fibs
I elect to walk away
To create potent poetry with nibs
Fabrications can no longer lead astray.

Grown impatient
With incessant nonsense
I trounce in bounces and ounces of the transient
Subservience that slays common sense.

Drawn into an argument
I elect to glorify silence
Protecting the complexion and texture my integument
Demands to restore my mental balance.

Thrown into turmoil
With a deadly load to bear
As I moil and toil
To fly into arms and hearts that care.