Day Of Firmament Poem by John Sensele

When the day and way of reckoning finally pop up
Wondering how a strumpet with a limpet spent her sojourn
On Earth in a hearth, she'd claim she dished out a cup
Filled to the brim with measures of pleasures to earn
Aces by satiating unspoken token desires of creatures hungry
For superior solidarity, ulterior service she did provide
For lonely hearts emaciated by solitary hermits made angry
By insipid deficiencies, sterile tins and a puerile serenade
Consumed at half mast. A souse on his part would pray to sway
From left to right on groggy knees declaiming he kept a brewer
In happiness business. A crooner, with a hoarse voice, would delay
His pesky, risky variety show performed near a sewer
Line where a fine levied by a tin mine impostor
Would spirit repeatedly mounds of diamonds from a dispirited investor.