Come To Terms Poem by John Sensele

Come to terms no matter what lemons
Life spits and repeats a thousand times in a hurry
To endear demons
You'd rather felt sorry.

Come to terms once bugs
Under your microscope reveal their virulent
Features that flock with slugs
So harmless they readily pledge to relent.

Come to terms with any histrionics
Wet blankets display to dampen your resolve
To surge forward and purge bionics
Twisted to block any progressive move.

Come to terms regardless of temporary setbacks
The near future loads
Into your enterprise when party hacks
In their champagne enthusiasm find themselves devouring toads.