Don't Be Sanguine Poem by John Sensele

Don't spank my flank
If my wit wizardry wallops the wiles
You flaunt to float poverty on the plank
Sobriety stoically considers as piles

Of pettiness and peevishness I detect in detours you develop
To confound and contuse clocks and strokes
Who alongside nerds elect not to espouse the envelope
In which locks of Brazilian bangs in walks and talks

Involving reconciliation and conciliation astonish adults
Fellows and folks who feel ‘enough is enough'
Promoting cults and catapults
Strangling saplings and ceilings in straitjackets in the rough

Longer than they believe
They'd live without love
As long they don't grieve
Loud enough when their dove

No longer cries
No more weeps
If premature puppies prize
Their nutritional nous in heaps

Of desiccated dandelions
Whose petals parted with style and fashion
When continually you fed chameleons
On flying flies frolicking with the mission

Best suited for moths
Doodling, dabbling the grieving governance
Gismo in which cantons and cloths
Question the provenance

Sudden silver samples
In pockets and pulpits
Supply expanded examples
In which dangers and defeats

Converge in the crevice
Where night notifies nihilism
It's high time Travis
Ceased touting the metabolism

Machismo he adores to reconcile you and I
Ironing out irritations
You inflict on the tie and dye
From which you spirit civil salutations

To the point where loneliness
Grows self reinforcing deals
Which perpetuates ugliness and hopelessness
To worsen bills and ills in your social stills.