No Surprises Poem by John Sensele

Sorrow, sail to Hell
Where you wear packs of black
Slacks that ring a bell
Announcing you're stuck

In a venue whose menu
Doesn't entice any slice
Of appetite because no new
Recipe at an affordable price

Features in your dark literature
That dwells on trivia
Trash and misspent cash with neither future
Nor advert in the media

Which features fake frills
A politician patronises and terrorizes
At any press conference which thrills
His ego-tripping that offers no surprises.