Screams And Streams Of Conscience Poem by John Sensele

Good defeats evil
When slices of vice invade a window
As you sell your soul to the devil
Planning and plotting to die in a meadow

Faster than your time
Double dealing
Believing you can climb
Fame through frivolous feeling

Shrouded in a shocking lack of shame
Devoting long hours to complacency
Boasting no value lies in a good name
To withhold and wilt decency

Riding a cancerous card
Like an expired chameleon
Ready to discard the blue bard
Who preaches robust religion

In which you claim to believe
By twisting every tenet
You and your accomplices weave
On social media, on the internet

To populate stocks of poppycock with conspiracy
In moments of mendacious madness
Where you embrace pernicious piracy
That earns you vats and vats of sadness and badness

As your liquid life decays
Plunging you into a loss on a cross
Which eats up your dreamy days
As you weep at the loss of glamour gloss

Growing obese
Pretending the future is yours
As passersby laugh their heads off at the Judas kiss
Knocking on your dwindling future on floors with dwarfed doors

That shut you out
Condemning your senile status
To life on the edge of a pout whose scout
Shouts clouts of a heathen hiatus

That separates you from culture custodians
Who declare you unfit
The more you hobnob with corny comedians
Who sane society urges to quit

Into dustbins of history
To earn urns of ignominy
For your stinking story
Instead of bringing you alimony

Deletes your bleat
From the book of life
Where henceforth you can no longer treat
The spell and scale of the notorious knife

That severs the tie
You chose to lead astray from day one
Of matrimony you decreed could fly
Into conjugal victories you declared wan

By embracing a credo creamed off from the certificate
Emblazoned in salacious circumstances
With neither original nor duplicate
To slay the stay of disingenuous instances

So dark
They hurt
With a plethora of the spark
Befitting a frivolous flirt

Who knows not whether to come or go
Whether to mingle or sting
Whether to welcome or forgo
The future so wary of bling and sling

So long as lack of shame strives
To accumulate in dreams
Nursing chives
In simulated streams with no more credence creams.