Fairness Notice Poem by John Sensele

If I should flash and stash boodle
Under the guise of the prize of a surprise in a noodle
I conjure up in a surgery I doodle

Wondering why the thunder
Roaring and soaring in my sky as I blunder
To mistake the gender of a gander

I believe could sieve nonsense and offence
From the impudence I induce in the cadence
Impertinence and imbalance spring in the indigence

Perpetrated in my frustrated rate in the debate
I incubate as detractors approbate
Mediocrity and inferiority they meditate and abate

In practices that entice a malpractice
Generating and aerating negative images of the injustice
Inflicted on Beatrice and Patrice

On grounds they pound and surround
My prestige with auras that ground
And hound facts in the background

At play in the way detractors slay
Possibilities of agilities and abilities that forestall a delay
In the way I proceed to ensure my views lay

A firm foundation on which I build
A future with cultures that yield
Handsome returns in the field

In which my investment
Relies on more than vestment
To ensure equitable treatment

To friends and foes alike
As I do my level best to strike
A balance I may not necessarily like

Although I aim higher
Strike higher for my fire
To ascertain no vagrants retire
With at least a single coin in their pocket
To trace at a police station their docket
In my heaven-bound rocket

As I dare to declare
No one should threaten Clare
In the full glare and flair

Away from natural justice
In a kangaroo court teeming with injustice
Without recourse to a fairness notice.