Bruised Brains Poem by John Sensele

Little secrets we hide
Little egos we flatter
Little foibles by which we abide
Won't land us honours on a silver platter

If little arrogance we cosset
Little commitment we show
Little achievement drains from our fatigue faucet
When verity into the wilderness we throw

Glorifying little moral compass
We brandish on our billboards
Denying morally we die like carcass
Swimming in seas of discords

Where our little ego dies
Pretending more life it gains
In the face of fecund lies
We disseminate from our bruised brains

No one likes
When lightning twice strikes
To punish the hubris
We metamorphose into the ascaris

That like a parasite
Nibbles at the sensitivity site
Where empathy resides
As antipathy over sympathy presides.