In Tears For Vile Mile Poem by John Sensele

How I wish on you I never set eyes
That for a couple of years suffered a squint
Swimming and sipping lisping lies
You told with no iota or truth hint

Stealing my thunder, forging the boisterous blunder
Your wiles grew and threw into the lake
Slinking my resolve into the salacious slander
Your conceit colour threw into the fallacy flake

Crawling into the fleet and sleet of deceit
You made me believe lubricated love
That arose and rose from the roasted receipt
Rolling in rapids of the glib glove

You donned on the mountain medley
You spun in the odious office
Where all at once you grew glibly and inexplicably friendly
Blowing and glowing a killer kiss

I assumed fitted my tortured pate well
For a while in style
Until I underwent a spell in Hell
In Adam's suit strolling in tears for a vile mile.