Drivel Poem by John Sensele

Woke up in the morning
Struggled with gargles of the yoke
Gripping my freedom, stoning
The determination they stalk.

Shutting up the mouth I open
To utter cries for freedom
In my soul, in my mind, in the pen
That shoves away manacles in the kingdom

Where my opinion they gag
Claiming I disseminate disorder
If their propaganda hits a snag
Torturing ordained order

They usurp from meticulous minds
Fed up with droll drivel
They wrap in risible rinds
That by default hobnob with evil.