Poisoned Chalices Poem by John Sensele

Poisoned chalices in slices
Cut thin in bins
Tagged with putrid prices
No longer win pesky pins.

Poisoned chalices in zones
Blown open by mortar shells spell
Doom and gloom for cloned bones
Whose scifi story annoyed arbiters no more can sell to a cartel.

Poisoned chalices coupled with demagogues
Who seize and tease power
In a failed state desecrate synagogues
Tearing down temple dimples within an hour's shower.

Poisoned chalices and malice
Twice or thrice
Dare pairs of lice
To derange hairdos of weirdos who adore genetically mollified rice.