Cut Off Cakes Of Mistakes Poem by John Sensele

Always on my mind
Nibbling at the core, fiddling at the soft centre
Quizzing, teasing me to find
Space and time to enter

The pantheon populated by caring
Daring divinities whose flight
Into ether left me wondering
If I got any delight in the sight

With a plethora of pesky plights whose bosom
Disgorges unhappiness on unwitting victims
Fate selects in a setting whose every atom
Reeks of unfairness dispersed and disbursed in teams

That deserve far better outcomes
Caught up in family controversies
In which balms and psalms
Can't assuage guilt despite ecstasies

Doled on sadists
Who inflict untold misery
On generations of infant artists
Driven to the edge on wedges of despair where usury

In terms of responsibility for offspring
Deserts blinkered eyes
Whose addiction to the matrimonial ring
Glorifies sties of fake highs

Breathed in nostrils blown wide
Off the mark of duty
Sucked up by puny pride
In a fuss bus whose loyalty

Resonates in circles of influence
In which absconding family obligations
Grows and brews nonsense at the confluence
Where negations and fumigations

Score high points
In cultures that praised
Disruptions of joints
In which families children raised


In abject neglect
Shivered in bedrooms without blankets
Their bludgeoned bodies couldn't delect
Because children could possess neither toys not tenderness trinkets

Much as they hoped from above
Santa Claus would at Xmas
Bestow on concealed children the love
Preached in sanctimonious tones at high mass.