Carts & Ramparts Poem by John Sensele

Don't allow low forms of life to dictate
The pace, face, space and race you hobnob
With; lads and lasses don't hesitate
To disport yourselves, give a thumb down to a snob.

Don't squeeze yourself in spaces occupied by live
Lads and lasses, they've got no time to winge
To wallow in shallow misery; they'd rather dive
Into real life in all its facets, let them binge.

Don't let folks bereft of purpose suppose
They know what's best for vibrant hearts;
Pack busybodies in excess a baggage sacks with a face
Filled with still misery in all their carts and ramparts.

Don't listen to voice of poison whose only reason
Lies in pies and sties that restrict freedom and interdict
Pleasure with a culture sutured in a prison
Where they've lived in total squalor as their ancestors could predict.