Petty Porridge Poem by John Sensele

Lord, from the book of life my name don't delete
Although the sanctity of my marriage I soil
With the lust in my body and mind which deplete
The validity and dignity of vows that recoil

At the wanton lack of shame
I float in the boat of public scrutiny
That recoil in horror at the blame
I attract feeling impunity despite my mutiny

Ranks top as my right
To play the fool
Regardless of the public scrutiny of the fright
I insert into the sterile swimming pool

In which I inflict indignity on the innocent spouse
My arrogance dragged into marriage
When my best option rested in the louse
I should have nurtured alone in my petty porridge.