Gloating My Future Into Egregious Emptiness Poem by John Sensele
Gloating My Future Into Egregious Emptiness
My lame tongue I wish I could tame
Or else society would grant me no claim
To hills, skills and wills I need
If the fragrance of arrogance I feed
Shoving society into notoriety
Boosting my bust in egregious entirety
Gloating my life into emptiness
Kneading the dough of my future into deep darkness
Darkness decimating threads of my future
Sickness spanking my cocky culture
Boasting the best education I got
Humility, wisdom and tact I forgot
All I now got is joblessness and carelessness
Spinning every minute into hideous hopelessness
Without any iota of hope on the slope of despair
Where my elementary English rots in rusty disrepair.
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4/29/2024 11:55:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Spinning every minute into hideous hopelessness is so sad. God allows us to feel the mystery and upraise the duty of responsibility. This poem is interestingly penned.