Straitjacket Poem by John Sensele

On the verge of tears,
You tremble in fear
Because he sneers at you
To make you swill more beer
As you stay clear
Of his Cupid spear.

Within an ace of impudence,
He dishes out the shame
That became
Your claim to fame
To flatten your name
Because of his dying flame.

With utmost pride,
Suspicion kissed him anew
As he carved a bamboo niche
In hues of stew
That made you blue
Till lost opportunity you could rue.