Serrating Elements Of Sentiment Poem by John Sensele

If it proves pockmarked kill it
If it dangles danger declare it unfit
If it wobbles and waffles it ain't got no meat
In the long run it's best to quit the stint from the porcupine pit.

A project that leads nowhere smells stillborn
‘Tis clear adventure goes forlorn
In a setting that blows a hostile horn
To fly tambourine tarts and coquettish carts to the Tropic of Capricorn.

No time to waste
Dollops and drops of hope perchance to invest
If you can prove prospects promise the best
Although soothsayer advises no haste.

Wondering if you're doing right
Check if sortie ain't worsening your plight
Keeping you and misery pretty tight
As soon as you sample the first bite in full flight

In Hades
Clad in platonic plaids
Wishing for Syrian satin but sipping suedes
Serrating your Hellenic heart to shear shreds.