A Joyless Jilted Juvenile's Journey Poem by John Sensele

A jilted juvenile-heartbroken and hassled-wonders why
She falls for umpteenth time for a player
Whose prime purpose lies in making her cry
When the punk wears the cap of a soul slayer.

A jilted juvenile-forsaken and forbidden- swallows another lie
When a sender of crimson roses swims into focus
Spins a loaded die, presenting her with a poisoned pie
Sending her on tenterhooks in his hocus pocus.

A jilted juvenile-sunken and stolen- vows never again to trust men
Who come calling when bad blood bludgeons heads
Too crazy to mean well, too selfish to serve women
Gullible enough, naïve enough to visit their homesteads.

A jilted juvenile- violated and vanquished-slumps on a sofa
Wondering whose arms her lover melts
When she turns down a suitor's offer
Of matrimony as on him dismissal darts she pelts.