Primitive Priorities Poem by John Sensele

Venomous vipers their loose tongues they flap
Spitting sties of lies
So vile to close scrutiny they snap
Inviting swarms of green flies.

Venomous vipers drowsy dreams they kill
Fabricating figments on social media
Bragging they monopolize virtue and skill
Their dreams dying a vile death in silly stadia.

Venomous vipers self pity they entertain
Urging society to whisk whims
If fatuous fantasies they would maintain and sustain
When rigour and vigour frown on discarded dreams.

Venomous vipers vie for honours
Exuding expired excuses
Scaling heights of mad manners
No stringent standards stash into jaundiced juices.

Venomous vipers saunter on thin ice
Claiming they were crowned world champions
Dissecting and intersecting lice
When their boots would spare scurrying scorpions.

Venomous vipers amiable air they vitiate
Pumping their pates with putrefaction
Job markets and economic cogs won't initiate
Cos kinky credentials reek of malevolent malefaction.