Prodigal Polytricktian Poem by John Sensele

Listen, prodigal polytricktian
That office occupied by you can chew
Your reputation if your Russian tactician
Feeds forth froth and few

Gems jelling and jostling to jump
Into oblivion because haste
And waste with little or no thought can't pump
Prized pearls into a treat to test

Your mettle as you hurtle along to settle
Scores with bored bargainers
Brushed briskly by the wayside by a fettle
That gags fourth estate entertainers

Who challenge lozenges
In which won't quit tweeting
On trivia, trash and trinket as your piped pride avenges
Dissent on ascent or descent you find uninteresting.