Gangrenous Gluttony Poem by John Sensele

Squeeze creases of debilitating decrees
Propelling the mop hopping at the top
Fortifying the grip on the keys
You believe weave wicked wishes on the rope

They unleash to nourish
The harm in the arms of despair
Dripping in the danger dish
Where Dos and Don'ts pair and glare

When you no longer stand the pitch
Tuned too high for your liking
Delivering decibels scrounging for scraps in the dish
Where you wish the truth went hiking

For a lift to sift quality from tosh
Tracked down way back
In contexts that put your trust under the kosh
Coercing you to ditch the pesky pack

You deem turned into a poisoned chalice
In which dregs of death sneaked daggers
Primed to promote the mote of malice
From which the pie of lies staggers

Opening your eyes to the straw
That urged you to quit
Dithering given the drivel draw
To which you couldn't submit

In the wake of increases in the diss
You continually absorb
Assuming a Judas kiss
Might smite the rotten robe

They flaunt
With eyes gone green
In the taunt
No sane servant can glean

From vice with eyes wide open
Striving for progress
But reaping only the pesky pen
That reeked of suggested stress

Whose ramparts came apart
Upon close scrutiny
Urging you high time to part
Company for good with the gangrenous gluttony.