Wrongs Can't Wreck Rights Poem by John Sensele

Don't play with fire
If you live in glassy grooves
Where Innuits tire with the ire
Whose moves you can't mine from hallucination hooves.

Quit the creepy kitchen
If you can't stand the heat
When the truth trounces the chain
That unshackles fantasy from its fallen feet.

Open eyes and ears wide
To avoid annihilation
You court with puny pride
Suffocating in throes of humiliation.

Seek advice from the mice
Scurrying by your bedside
Enjoining you to sanitize the spice
Your tongue teases aside when follies glide.