Mice And Men Poem by John Sensele

Mice and men condemned twice to pay a platonic price
Lip ice and women created to display spices thrice
In a world women rule
Where men sometimes play the fool

Knowing not whether to present a mendacious manifesto
Or by default skate onto thin ice with gusto
With mixed results
If they condone carnal cults

At midnight under the cover of darkness
If luck curses misadventures devoid of frankness
Which the snobbery of men it burns
When men avoid pricking preys in egregious urns

But men grow so stubborn
Boasting rulers they were born
Until women spank smiles off their sanguine silliness
Plunging them into the sobriety of culture stillness

Which all at once controls impulses
That drive men wild, hustling heartbeat pulses
When blood pressure rises
And men receive sarcastic surprises

That cut men to size
Awarding them a wooden spoon prize
In settings where they eat humble pie
Which cannot brook the stench of any sty.