Factless, Mindless And Tactless Poem by John Sensele

Snakes in the grass bite
Lakes in Winter freeze
Grapevine in groups turn your skin snow white
While sinking daggers in friends' backs is a disease

You ought to smite
If improvement to you should come
In the plight you fight
Crying all night long beating the drowning drum

You love to hate
As friends shy away
From the boisterous bet
Groping in the dark for the way

To the serenity you desire
Knowing not you self inflict pain
When in company you infect the wire
That grabs from you any gregarious gain

Before it sees the light
Snapped by your treachery tongue
Wagging nonsense and offence night
And day to kill company stunted young.