Conniving By The Clock Poem by John Sensele

Patience has gone a-flying
Fed up with the childishness
Small minds have been plying
Insulting, inserting, circumventing in their foolishness.

Intelligence has gone a-pounding
Gangs of goons gone too impolite
Kneading dour dough, surrounding
The nonsense that switches on their punishing plight.

Tolerance has gone a-whipping
The imbalance small minds display
When through key holes they go peeping
For crates of secrets they don't regret to slay.

Chance has gone a-running
When during interviews small minds roll rubbish
Uttering academic certificates they claim earning
By means whose veracity interviewers can't establish.

Advance has gone a-reacting
The more goons vocalize
Conniving with accomplices creating
Havoc untold as order braggarts vandalize.

Dance has gone a-rejecting
Hallucinating heads and threads with no value to offer
Conniving with griping goons projecting
In the vacuum vitriolic venom they prefer.