Reinventing The Wheel Poem by John Sensele

In confines of my mind thinking
My bosom shook with anger
The more I felt a dagger
Slide from a sheath refusing
To sneak into my back, blood oozing.

Loose lips, on their part, sweet-talking
Emboldened my resolve
Cos every tiff I knew I could solve
Given that spoils lay there for the taking
If I kept believing in my undertaking.

Crazy if bootlickers dreamt stalking
Could swing the pendulum in their favour
Imagining victory sprang from their fantasy flavor
Doubts doubling, controversies materializing
Speculation, fabrication and manipulation aggrandizing.