Incontinent Inconvenience Poem by John Sensele

A beige marriage for a sage
In a deluge and siege of mortals and portals
Seem so hard to find because the pledge
Couples communicate take their toll

When lies in pies of sties
Burst open and hurt
Looms large because cries
The cheated blurt

Spell, sell and tell a sad story
Hidden hind and fore
To paint not a dent, not gory
Gamble in ensemble that no more can hind folklore

Steeped in heaps and sweeps
Whence pretence in the presence of insolence
And truth on Earth weeps
Because it can no longer condone incontinent inconvenience.