Broad Roads Poem by John Sensele

Shards litter hard roads, broad
Scare not thoroughfares
To your future in a cretin culture abroad
Sent from Hell and meant to multiply your cares.

Shards batter your butter, lass
Care to share your bare
Heart at mass
With fellow believers to show you dare to care.

Shards clutter matters close to your heart, lad
Cringe not when fringe
Attacks crack and flak your pad
To test whether you quit drink binge.

Shards flutter in winds, lad
Discard cards
Of nostalgia where dad
Imprinted sad memories on placards.