Archaic Eulogies & Their Synergies Poem by John Sensele

Live on Facebook
I post rubbish
To caress the spook
Who dares to finish

The sleep I lose
In the wee hours of nights
Disturbed by the booze
I swill in my fights

Against strictures
Society calls taboos
In lampoon literatures
That scorn the tattoos

Adorning my arms
My torso, my neck
Without the qualms
Society spots in a speck

Akin to a storm in the teacup
Society perceives in the freedom
I enjoy as new ideas snap
From disorders in the fiefdom

Where new generations see a future
Teeming with new technologies
New social media whose cogent culture
Defies archaic eulogies and their synergies.