None Of Your Business Poem by John Sensele

Life is a demented drone
Whose wings cut to size
No longer interested me in the throne
In which I no longer perceived the cries

I once heard from dreams
I thought made sense
At the time the screams
Rose to satirize the essence

I believed rang true
Until scales fell from my mind's eyes
Which saw and foresaw feelings I came to rue
When all at once sties and their skies

Snapped open and horrors shouted
‘Who are you to ask' raucous voices said
‘It ain't for you to state whether we doubted
The insanity in the vanity and profanity we fled.'