Fallacy Park Poem by John Sensele

Seize the moment, ease the torment, tease the torrent
In your life's wine, dine and recline to rejuvenate
Tired nerves, hired craves, mired knaves who comment
With haste, with no taste and inject into a debate
Inane, asinine arguments from integuments that degrade the serenade
In which intellectuals through rigour rituals and victuals interact
With one another in fora where horror can't trade or promenade
Without incurring major sanctions because its infractions act
In vanity, inanity, opacity, obesity and pomposity
Pursued to the hilt to lift insanity for rogue reasons and revisions
With neither rhyme nor reason to promote the vote for a docile facility
Subjectivity, inferiority, sorority, mediocrity and diffusions
Reflecting nothing but emptiness and shallowness projected as a benchmark
By delusions and illusions that spring from a fallacy park.