Insanity & Vanity Versus Verity Poem by John Sensele

If fame in names with no claim
To any title whose battle hurtles along
As time to climb the same
Slope whose crops and soaps belong

To higher ideals which deal
In facts intact in every respect
Details that sail South to bail out peels
That escape the nape of disrespect

In prisons where treason
Without a reason to educate
Semi somnolence and obsolence whose ransom at random sips poison
To end the bend that couldn't fend for a pate which of late

Lost a toast on the coast of a boast
Grown too hollow, too sallow
Yesterday, today and tomorrow due to a frigid frost
That vanity and insanity paint yellow.