Singe Both Binge And Whinge Poem by John Sensele

Strive not for sentiment slavery
Rummaging for crumbs on the fringe
That limits your horizons to a pesky periphery.

Swing not your treasure on a wicked whinge
Expecting excellent outcomes from timid tactics
If you can't pluck up courage to singe a binge.

Throw not your lot into casual characteristics
If from the bottom of the pyramid you should rise
Excel in Mathematics and master heuristics.

Allow not life on you to spring a surprise
Unless you sleep walk
To veer far and far away from your priceless prize.

Listen not to double talk
If you should remain sane
Climbing like a bean on a slippery stalk
Summersaulting in a limpet lane.