In That World I Don't Belong Poem by John Sensele

Wicked world rewards thugs and haunted hugs
Rising in the scale of queens and ruins of bugs
Who step by step my welfare they redefine
Much as brutality and fatality to them fly fine

Devastating welfare for want of care
Creating in the middle and below fatality fare
Calamity erasing amity they can't reconcile
Contradictions and maledictions colliding and colluding in a pile

Slaying societal skies and tributary ties
As sorrow tomorrow flies, lies and multiplies
In its wake poverty in its novelty the poor punishes
While pesky poverty its pain never finishes

When tomorrow cries and dies stillborn
Sycophants in their cheeky chants blowing a horn
From motor vehicles in multiple cycles my tax buys
In livid lies living in city sties and ties to pesky pies.