Face To Face With Infestors Poem by John Sensele
Face To Face With Infestors
Three years in college I spend
My brain I beat, my back I bend
Employment I can't get
Pain and strain paint a missed target
Droves of disappointment I meet in offices
A dash they demand from novices
I wish I wasn't born
Not fair to swallow their scorn.
What's the point of education?
Why should my brain master multiplication?
To my face tycoons laugh
Life's lane proves too rough.
World order walks on its head
No rewards: I drink and shrink dead
Licking lice from impostors
Clicking clocks and flocks of infestors.
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5/17/2024 1:23:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Everything changes in this world and we feel the beauty of interesting reflectivity of our perception. Sometimes life's lane proves too rough and provokes thought. This poem is very amazingly penned with wonderful notes.