Blinkers, Winkers & Drinkers Poem by John Sensele

Life isn't a limpid loaf of poetry factory
Where asinine assonance and corny consonance
Cohabit, cooperate to mutter, to mumble a history
Tinged with mundane misery and notorious nuisance

Perpetrated by a vivid void
Fed five times a day, fifty times
A month in an odious ovoid
Filled with muffled, mute mimes

Too loud on a cloud, too proud to apologise
When innocent Inuits
Enjoin pacific people to realize, to epitomise
The necessity for Swiss seats

To scram, scramble, stumble, salvage stability and welcome
Thinkers who clink gory glasses with dream drinkers
Who propose a Tequila toast without a bouncy boast and come
In peace to forgive weird winkers.