Cold Shoulder Poem by John Sensele

Cold shoulder
Inconvenient like a boulder
Growing your world colder

In the morning, in the afternoon
When you act like a goon
Believing prospects perambulate in your cocoon

The deeper you plunge into fantasy
Expecting specks of ecstacy
Only reaping and whipping foul fallacy

Every which way you turn
The more bridges you burn
The less happiness you earn

In the long run, megalomania hurts
The more nonsense your brain blurts
To your ego, your alter ego the more faith you invest in flirts.