Bustles, Castles And Hustles Poem by John Sensele

Bustles, castles and hustles collide
In my world where scents of events slide
Out of control
When seals of sorrow patrol.

Bustles, castles and hustles split
In my world where horrors I lit
When luck for my bliss spoke
Romp back to crack a gigolo joke.

Bustles, castles and hustles cringe
In my world where feelings I singe
In tune with my emotions
Hit back to slay devotions.

Bustles, castles and hustles converse
In my world where lines of verse
Warn cognition in my brain to desist
From silence as an option I ought to resist.

Bustles, castles and hustles enquire
In my world where excuses expire
When leaders I trust go astray
Lumbering packs of poverty in my tray.

Bustles, castles and hustles explode
In my world where policies load
On the voiceless a burden they can't bear
In circumstances emaciated ribs can no longer wear.

Bustles, castles and hustles vent frustrations
In my world where rates of poverty penetrations
Erode vestiges of happiness
To plunge the vulnerable into vats of unhappiness.

Bustles, castles and hustles probe
In my world where citizens disrobe
Self annointed demagogues
Whom they excise from synagogues.