Deranged Don Poem by John Sensele

Stuck in lanes where racketeers pack pain
Unleashed with unabashed abandon
With neither compassion nor affection to strain
A peg, break a leg then beg for a pardon

Accompanied by neither remorse nor process
Aimed at restitution for weird wrongs done
With aforethought malice to stress
A home envied by a deranged don

Whose dawn specializes in slices of insanity
Wrought and caught in traps
Set by musketeers and profiteers whose dignity
Long sank into slimy straps

So denuded, so deluded, so emasculated
They offer no protection to mangy monkeys
Whose crimson conduct resorted
To tricks of a musketeer who no longer sails success seas.