Dreams, Whims And Screams Of The Futility Of Morality Poem by John Sensele

Reams and streams of whims
Crated the haste of pates and tastes in a row
Wasting time in climes for dreams of your teams
To negotiate the elegance and fragrance of fates and their threats slaying your romance straw.

Lies, cries and fries became relevant
Screams and swims into beaming Brexit beasts burnt your stipend
Casting doubt on the flight, plight and slight growing irrelevant
With each second bonds ensured on traitors and detractors you could no longer depend.

Once or twice spices of the dice did slice
Bucks stuck on your luck to deride the hide
Determining maneuvers, quivers and shivers mishandled the lice
Lies and cries supported theories that rode to hell bells of your expired pride.

The more you stuck out your neck
After they pronounced you guilty
Merely because you gave Gwen a platonic peck
Tore to pieces the Britanny believer's entitlement to futility, motility, immorality and their volatility

Shaking foundations of the romance region and sturgeon
You believed pure
Till they cursed hearses and verses of the prude pigeon
You knew for sure held the clue to the conundrum cure

That cleaned up uncertainties confronting humankind
Forcing people to examine the truth
To exit fallacies and fantasies of every kind
From minds that grew increasingly uncouth

Denying the purity of love
Preached from the pulpit
No longer kept holy from below and from above
As long as sinners fell and sunk into the prurient pit

While Hell rejoiced
To win over converts
Angels and damsels voiced
Danced the night away at sinners' concerts.