Dimes Aplenty Poem by John Sensele

When a vest of hide and seek knocks at a door
Teeming with secrets and lies piled up
Yards high, feet wide and miles long on a floor
Gone mad, it's time for lad to discard a poisoned cup
Where venom, a bomb and sombre Tom lie
In wait to scratch, snatch and detach the soft core
That once opened her heart to dish out a hope supply
Every time Jim slew love, stabbing its every pore
In instances too many to rate or enumerate
At the count of six, sticks, clicks and sex
Dished out on a bus with pus illiterate
Because a heart tore up every vow to shout ex
With neither thought of good times eaten a hundredfold
In the distant past cast aside because hearts grew cold.