Pleasure Without Measure Poem by John Sensele

Fun, my fantastic foe
Leave me alone to care for my family
Whose income comes hard on a toe
With threadbare shoes, shoe string budget family negotiates daily

To bring bread back
To the table and disable drinks of alcohol
Which benefit only a pack
Of parasites on sites which haul

Pleasures without measure
While a baby has no nappies
An infant enjoys no leisure
Because trees, fees and keys

To happiness run away from home
Where pots, saucepans, kettles, pressure cookers
And a plethora of kitchen utensils roam
Free because family funds fete hookers.