The Odyssey Of The Uncouth Poem by John Sensele

You can't refine, redefine and reinvent reality
Despite your penchant for gangrenous gravity
Pushed to the limit and beyond depravity

Deluding yourself you can alter the course of history
Replete with debacles in distorting his story
When his strident sibilants feel sorry

For paucity of wisdom in pushing around the pen
That mirrors errors and terrors from fangs from the aspen
Whose vitriol misdirects at great cost the power of amen

In rebalancing the equation whose left hand side teeters towards intransigence
Driven to levels tantamount to an assault on immutable intelligence
Unwilling and unbending in its revulsion at the negligence

Evident in distorted perceptions
Fed on perverse prescriptions
Misled and misguided not just in subscriptions

On the seamy side of error
In judgment fraught with terror
Abetted by the absence of valour

To defend freedom
To depend upon wisdom
To offend the kingdom

In which blinkers and clinkers
Pass for virtue as common sense slides to the lowest ebb of sinkers
Hitherto teeming in practices where headshrinkers

Consign patients to asinine asylums
If they should advocate for the recognitions of slums
As havens of redemption if you should include a plethora of plums

Into the diet that saves stitches
If you should shove aside witches
Who fly on broomsticks to hunt down somnolence snitches

On the eve of the consecration of the immutable truth
Which won't to die despite the revulsion of the youth
Who won't hobnob under coercion with the uncouth.