Batons, Gluttons & Skeletons Poem by John Sensele

Skeletons in my closet won't elect whether I reject choices
Forced on the horse whose course of action
Limits the remit in which vital voices
Attribute, contribute and distribute leaflets of lassitude to my freedom faction.

Skeletons in my closet won't elect whether I select moves
Detractors, deflators and subtractors cast on my plates
When freedom decrees I prove their groove proves
The opposite of points I posit to press into their puny pates.

Skeletons in my closet won't elect whether I project to sanitize the net
I believe leaves my sleeves peeving with rage at the outrage of the message
Their nerve serves to display when I lay hands on the trash the Internet
Avails to veils that pluck up corny courage and rage that disparage.

Skeletons in my closet won't elect whether I eject trajectories
That take me far from the reams of dreams and whims
I maintain to entertain the strain of rain that pains me in the dormitories
Where a thought squirms when forced by circumstances to toss out their tweet teams.